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“Yes, he wished he could say to her, mind to mind. Yes. Rhys could go to hell. So could Bryaxis and that vision she’d shown him. It turned out, he did have something left to fight for.”

“Az peeked at Elain once more before the meal was over. Her gaze was already on him. And even with her mate sitting mere feet away, he didn’t miss the way her tongue darted out over her lower lip. Didn’t miss the longing, the desire that heated her brown eyes to a molten chocolate.”

“As if sensing him, her lashes stirred, lifting slightly. Those doe’s eyes met his. His skin tightened over his bones. She was so beautiful—so perfect and pure and as lovely as a spring dawn. Her high, delicate breasts lifted as she sucked in a breath—“

“Some part of Az relaxed to find her still ignoring Lucien wholly, (💀💀😂😂) but his stomach gave an unpleasant twist at her untouched beef and creamed potatoes, both of which Mor and Nesta had piled almost comically high for her.”

Petty king “Azriel suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Lucien had always had the ability to spout pretentious nonsense at the drop of a hat.”

Feyre telling Elain a page ago not to make the arrangement too big, what does this petty queen do?? 😂😂😂😂 “Or at least not deigning to turn his way, even with the floral arrangement between them nearly blocking her view of him. That was likely intentional, too, Az thought with no small amount of smugness.”

“What nightmares had set her screaming so loudly? Had anyone asked her? She still wore her gown from earlier—did anyone notice the dirt stains on it? The scratches on her ivory hands? She’d been in the garden, then.”

““Death can bring about life. Without it, too many resources would be diverted to unnecessary parts of the plant. With winter coming, they need everything they can get.”

“You think I’m pathetic?” 😭😭😭😭 Elain

“The library doors shut with a resounding groan. It occurred to Nesta that she’d never seen those doors closed. Not once. But as she followed after her sister, metal locks clicked into place.”

“I did not want them to see us at odds. The hood nodded at Nesta. Gwyneth is fine—she did not take the news with any sort of shock. We will resume our ceremony and celebrations as soon as we are able.”

“Putting the High Priestess on the other side of a line. Turning her into someone Nesta didn’t know.” “They are currently sheltering in their rooms until you leave. “Until we leave?” Feyre demanded, power sparking like stirred embers.”

“Nesta could have sworn something close to anger radiated from Clotho. This is my home, Clotho wrote. Your authority ends at this doorway, High Lady. I decide which souls pass over my threshold. Which souls are under my protection.”

Ok what’s going on with Clotho??? “I am sorry for your suffering—“ ““The song,” Nesta breathed. “Calling lost sisters home.” Clotho’s head bobbed in a nod. Bryaxis has been a resident of this place for millennia. I will not deny her this return.” “The Mother has offered Bryaxis her protection. You shall not violate it.”

“Elain was crawling toward him through the gore, reaching bloodied fingers for his stained boots. “Please,” she begged—to spare her or to end her pain, he didn’t know. He’d done this to all of them; he’d gone to a place within him that he’d dreaded Rhys or anyone ever finding out about, a place as hollow as Ramiel. He couldn’t let go of Truth-Teller. The knife was bound to his very flesh.”

“Azriel’s power erupted, blue light exploding outward to kill and to protect, but the darkness was impenetrable. It swallowed his Siphons’ light with a single bite.”

“He knew that darkness—knew its name: Bryaxis. Its power was that of pure, unfiltered fear. One’s deepest terrors personified and amplified to deadly effect. It took all of a second for someone—Elain—to scream. Not a scream of alarm, but of absolute horror.”

“Azriel had been standing in line—Elain so painfully close that he savored her scent”

“The priestess tried to untie the ribbon, but its weave was like metal—and with the magic in it, I had a feeling only the magical knife-cutting at the end of the ritual would have removed it. Until then, it remained steadfast.”

“Emerie kept peeking over at Mor, a blush on her cheeks.”

“Elain was pale, any trace of joy gone, her arms crossed and back so stiff she might as well have been sitting on a bed of nails.”

“And he must have seen, with perfect clarity, every trace of joy vanish from Elain’s face. Seen the radiant smile—and how fast it withered upon seeing him. Lucien said nothing.” Poor Elain 😭😭😭

“ I’ve bade them—a nod to the priestesses on the dais—to put a little magic into their melody. A little wish for the Mother to listen. And tomorrow I will throw a little magic of my own into their song, silent as my voice might now be.”

“The Autumn Equinox is a time of balance: light and dark held in perfect unity for one day.” “You cannot have too much of one and not enough of the other. Dark is needed to appreciate the light, and light is needed to appreciate the dark.”

“They certainly knew what was happening—the twins were too clever not to have noticed and understood Elain’s reaction any time he’d come up in conversation amongst them.”

“She didn’t choose him—doesn’t want to be mated to him. It’s a fluke of nature.” “If it wasn’t a fluke of nature, then it had to be some sort of divine joke.”

“Elain,” he ground out, but merely saying her name threatened to undo him.”

“He couldn’t get enough of it, of her. His salvation. That’s what she was. He might be a monster, might be a worthless, soulless demon, but here, in his arms—here was his salvation. His lone chance at joy.”

“He’d walked up to Elain. Taken her beautiful face in his hands, waited for her whispered yes, and then kissed her. Deep and thorough, the way he’d wanted for so long now. He’d instantly wondered if he could die from it—that kiss, the touch of her tongue.”

“His shadows had fled, the room brightening. The entire world brightening, as it always did in her presence.”