Lysandra rubbed at her face, then squared her shoulders. “The marsh beasts are easily enraged. Like someone I know.” Aelin jabbed the shifter with an elbow, and Lysandra snorted.
But that was a lifetime ago. A different person ago.
But my sister slowly looked at Lucien. “I made it give something back,” she said with terrifying quiet. The Cauldron.
He took my hand, interlacing our fingers. “We can make whatever rules we want. You have every right to question me, push me – both in private and in public.” A snort. “Of course, if you decide to truly kick my ass, I might request that it’s done behind closed doors so I don’t have to suffer centuries of teasing, but –.
A feral smile, and he grabbed her by the chin – not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him. “First thing,” he breathed, “we’re not friends. I’m still training you, and that means you’re still under my command.” the flicker of hurt must have shown, because he leaned closer, his grip tightening on her jaw. “Second – whatever we are, whatever this is? I’m still figuring it out, too. So if I’m going to give you the space you deserve to sort yourself out, then you can damn well give it to me.
Desperation breeds people who are willing to do anything to get what they need.
But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, “Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.
When do you come home to me?
In her bones, in her blood and breath and soul, she was so, so tired.
It’s a miracle the king managed to resist executing you until yesterday.” “Tell me he’s in a rage the likes of which have never been seen before.” “If you listen hard enough, you can actually hear him shrieking from the palace.
Against slavery, against tyranny, I would gladly go to my death, no matter whose freedom I was defending.
She would not go quietly.
Aelin of the Wildfire. Aelin Fireheart. Aelin Light-Bringer.
They were full of light, of fire and starlight and sunshine. They over-flowed with it as they snapped the final tether on the king’s power and cleaved his darkness away, burning it up until it was nothing.
Where is Aelin? Where is my wife?
This doom has not yet come to pass, it seemed to whisper in her ear. There is still time. Do not succumb to fear yet.
Rhysand just brushed an invisible fleck of dust off Tamlin’s sleeve. Part of me admired the sheer nerve it must have taken. Had Tamlin’s teeth been inches from my throat, I would have bleated in panic. Rhys cut a glance at me. “No, you wouldn’t have. As far as your memory serves me, the last time Tamlin’s teeth were near your throat, you slapped him across the face.” I snapped up my forgotten shields, scowling.
I’m not entirely sure Velaris is prepared for Nesta Archeron.
They both turned, giving Rowan Whitethorn horrifyingly innocent smiles. The Fae Prince, to his credit, only winced after they looked away again. Elide.
Everyone wants to talk-talk-talk. Can’t we eat-eat-eat, and then talk?