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We hit the sweeping marble stairs to the front doors of the manor.

And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.

“Until then?” Amren demanded.
“What of the Cauldron—of the Book?”
“Until then,”
I said, staring toward the door as if I might see her walk through it, laughing and vibrant and beautiful, “we go to war.”

“If they had removed her other glove, they would
have seen a second tattoo on her right arm.
The twin to the other.
Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.”
“Not—not consort,” L
Amren blurted, blinking.
I hadn’t seen her surprised in … centuries.
“Not consort, not wife.
Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.”

“She is now a spy—with a direct line to me.
What the King of Hybern does, where he goes, what his plans are, she will know.
And report back.”
“She’s your mate,” Amren bit at me.
“Not your spy. Go get her.”
“She is my mate.
And my spy,” I said too quietly.
“And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.”

OMG, EEEEK!!!

"And now my mate is in our enemy’s hands.”
“Go get her,” Amren hissed.
“Right now.”
“No,”
I said, and hated the word.
But I managed to say to my cousin,
“Weren’t you listening to what Feyre said to him? She promised to destroy him—from within.”
“She’s going into that house to take him down. To take them all down.”

Part 1

“That’s impossible,” Amren said. “That sort of bond cannot be broken.”
“The king said he could do it.”
“The king is a fool,” Amren barked.
“That sort of bond cannot be broken.”
“No, it can’t,” I said.
The king broke the bargain between us.
Hard to do, but he couldn’t tell that it wasn’t the mating bond.”

“Don’t let him take me again, don’t let him—don’t—”
I couldn’t keep the sobs from shuddering out, not as the full force of what I was doing hit me.
“Feyre,” Tamlin said softly.
And I knew I had won.
I sobbed harder.

Part 1

But Elain was staring over Nesta's shoulder.
At Lucien--whose face she had finally taken in.
Dark brown eyes meet one of russet and one of metal.
Nesta was still weeping, still raging, still inspecting Elain--
Lucien's hands slackened at his sides.
His voice broke as he whispered to Elain.
"You're my mate."

BRO SHUT UP ( ー`дー´)

My voice cracked as I said to Tamlin, still at the opposite end of the crude half circle we’d formed before the dais,
“Don’t. Don’t let him.
I told you—I told you that I was fine. That I left—”
“You weren’t well,”
Tamlin snarled.
“He used that bond to manipulate you.
Why do you think I was gone so often?
I was looking for a way to get you free.
And you left.”
“I left because I was going to die in that house!”

WTF?!

“Now that I’ve upheld my end of the bargain, I expect you to uphold yours.” From the shadows near a side door, two figures emerged.
I began shaking my head as if I could unsee it as Lucien and Tamlin stepped into the light.


I HATE TAMLIN WITH MY WHOLE FUCKING SOUL, HOW COULD HE?! WHAT A FUCKING FOOL