Ambushed Quotes

“His red hair was tied back, and there wasn't a hint of finery on him, just armoured leather, swords, knives... His metal eye roamed over me, his golden skin pale. 'We've been hunting you for over two months,' he breathed, now scanning the woods, the stream, the sky.

Rhys. Cauldron save me. Rhys was too far back, and-

'How did you find me?' My steady, cold voice wasn't one I recognised. But- hunting for me. As if I were indeed prey.

If Tamlin was here... My blood went icier than the freezing rain now sluicing down my face, into my clothes.

'Someone tipped us off you'd been out here, but it was luck that we caught your scent on the wind, and-' Lucien took a step toward me.

I stepped back. Only three feet between me and the stream.

Lucien's eye widened slightly. 'We need to get out of here. Tamlin's been- he hasn't been himself. I'll take you right to-'

'No,' I breathed.

The word rasped through the rain, the stream, the pine forest.

The four sentinels glanced between each other, then to the arrow I kept aimed.

Lucien took me in again.

And I could see what he was gleaming: the Illyrian fighting leathers. The colour and fullness that had returned to my face, my body.

And the silent steel of my eyes.

'Feyre,' he said,' holding out a hand. 'Let's go home.'

I didn't move. 'That stopped being my home the day you let him lock me up inside of it.'

Lucien's mouth tightened. 'It was a mistake. We all made mistakes. He's sorry- more sorry than you realise. So am I.' He stepped toward me, and I backed up another few inches.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury