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The pain I feel now is nothing to the loss of him. That, I will not survive. Slowly, I make my way to him, hauling my broken body onto his chest. His ribs expand and collapse in rhythm—shaky, but breathing. “Soren.” He groans, and his head tips toward me. He opens one eye. With bloody fingers, he digs into his pocket, producing the opal ring. “Enna,” he whispers. “You never answered my question"
🤣

(“I’ll use it,” I state.
Hugo’s fingers twitch. Lord Ruven’s frown deepens. Lord Varik scowls. Lady Myrrh sighs.
“Excellent,” says Lord Almar.
My mother simply raises her eyebrow, waiting for the catch.)

Finally, a book where no one is stupid 🙏

(Slowly, her spines lower into the invisible sheaths beneath her soft skin. When I reach the crest of her elbow, she flinches. Her arm bends, revealing the mottled purple of a nasty bruise. Fresh. She swallows a whimper, but not before I can hear her pain. “Who did this to you?” I whisper. “Your Highness, please,” she whispers, pulling once more against my hold on her wrist.
“Tell me who.”)

You're killing me ❤️

(Aris finally removes her hand from my chest. “Shall we play again tomorrow?” she asks, that coy smile still on her face.
Drained of my energy, I frown at her. Was I not clear? I do not wish to see her again unless I’m required to by duty.
It takes every ounce of my control to keep my tone even as I lean in and whisper, “If this is pageantry, Princess, I don’t like the part you’re playing.”)

Boom. Roasted

I don't know why but I find that really funny 🤣😂

(It took me until my twenty-third kill to perfect the flick and slice of my blade. I’ve killed 2,735 since him, and now I know better. I have learned how to make it painless, as easy as blinking.)

Oh okay. Good for you- I mean for them

“Short,” I say with a straight face, eyeing the plane of his abdomen. “And preferably with a little more meat on his bones.”
He runs his hand through his dark hair, flipping the long strands behind his shoulders. It’s hard to miss the flex of his muscles, the way his veins rise from his biceps from the heat. “You must be sorry to have stumbled upon the likes of me, then,” he says.

Jelly 😏🤭😋

(Tephra smiles, eyes alight with mischief. “That body is yours to keep for the remainder of its lifetime,” she says. “If you succeed.”
Odissa’s new fins quiver. She presses her hand to her scarred chest, tracing the line of my suture. “And if I fail?”
Tephra’s gaze flicks from Odissa to me and back again. “Then you’ll be my dessert.”)

IDK if it's just me but shouldn't you be asking that BeFoRe the freakin bargain!?

(“Be happy, Feyre,” he said quietly)

What the heck...🥺🥺🥺 😭😭😭😭 🥹🥹

(Cassian gawked at Azriel, and I wondered how often Azriel had lent out that blade—)

Stop it Az. She belongs to someone else 😑

(I swallowed my shout of pain as Nesta’s arms went around my neck and she embraced me so hard it snatched my breath away.)

Awwwwwwww

(If you’d explained, I would have let you go—if you’d trusted me, I would have let you go)

The story of this while dang series

(Nesta didn’t come back out again for some time.)

😏😋

(Graysen only said to her, “I am not marrying you. Our engagement is over. I will take whatever people occupy your lands. But not you. Never you.”)

Well sheesh! Don't traumatize the lady

(Jurian was not my enemy.)

Oh, really? Gurl, I knew. 😑

(But we all went for our weapons as Jurian strolled into the guardhouse and said, “I did.”)

Son of blueberries and broomsticks 😑

(“No one is going to fight to save the humans beneath the wall. No one cares. But I do.” She toyed with a fold in her dress. “I do.”)

Go Nesta 💃 Go Nesta 💃 Go Nesta 💃Go Nesta 💃

(“She is High Lady of the Night Court. She may do as she wishes.”)

Except she's not in the Night Court, Rhys. Respect is key if you want allies 😒

(Mor told me the next morning—after we all had a sleepless night—painted their thresholds in lamb’s blood. A sort of offering to her. And payment to stay away. Some left cups of it on their doorsteps.)

There seemed to be a lot of bible references in this book. Seraphims, parting of the sea, then lambs blood on walls

(Elain only said to Cassian, “No, it will not.”)

What the heck Elain

(Nesta, to my shock, obeyed. Drifted over to Cassian’s side as Amren replied to Rhys, “No.”
“It wasn’t a request,” Rhys said.)

Oh cRaP 😱😱

(“Fortunately for you,” Nesta said flatly, “I don’t return the sentiment.”)

Nesta, you're killing me 😂😂😂😂

(“I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.”)

Good for you Lulu 🥰

(The thunderous crack as it cleaved the air snapped through the barracks, the estate.)
I wish Feyre did what Rhys did with that wrong girl under the mountain. But I understand it's too much of a risk. So, screw you Tamlin! I wasn't angry with you before despite all you did. But this? I hope everyday after waking up you'd step on leggos.

(Clever idea—had it not played right into everything I’d laid out.)

Well, well, looks like the student finally became the teacher. Can Rhys train me next?

(“You sent the Bogge after them!” Tamlin roared.)

🤭🤭😅😅🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🫰🫰

(There was more work to do.)

For crying out loud. What? What are you up to, Fayre?

Some line had been blurred—badly

What line? Can someone please tell me what line she's talking about?

(“It’s still a mess.”Frankly, it was some of my best work, even if its soullessness was only apparent to me.
“I think we all are,” Tamlin offered with a tentative smile.)

Okay, Tamlin 😑

(He reaches down into that fold of fabric and pulls out a small, dark-blue, velvet-covered box.)

That sounded like a very easy way out of a very bad situation. She can now ruin your business so you marry her 😏