chandra

“Feyre slid her tattooed hands into her pockets. “Can you show Nesta how to ward it herself? Something perhaps with a bit more … oomph?” “Oomph?” Rhys asked, lifting an eyebrow. “Oomph,” Feyre said, throwing him a glare. “We can’t all be silver-tongued like you.” Rhys winked. “Good thing you benefit from it, Feyre darling.” Cassian chose to ignore the innuendo, and the flicker of arousal from both of them. Helion, however, snickered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“At twenty-one, Feyre had saved their world, mated, and found true happiness.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“And the taste of him, like snow-kissed wind and crackling embers”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“Well, I didn’t have a choice in being shackled to you, either.” The declaration slammed into her. Shackled.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames