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His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.
“What is—” I began.
He disappeared—simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight—into the crisp air.

AAAAAAAH

“Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand.
Rhysand yelled my name again—yelled it as though he cared.
Then Rhysand was on his feet, my bloody knife in his hands. He launched himself at Amarantha, swift as a shadow, the ash dagger aimed at her throat.

Oh Rhys 🥺

“I’ll make a trade with you,” he said casually, and gently set my arm down. As it met with the floor, I had to close my eyes to brace against the flow of that poisoned lightning. “I’ll heal your arm in exchange for you. For two weeks every month, two weeks of my choosing, you’ll live with me at the Night Court."

YES YES YES

But I turned to my sister and said, “There is a better world, Nesta. There is a better world out there, waiting for you to find it. And if I ever get the chance, if things are ever better, safer … I will find you again.”

No limits. There were no limits to what Nesta might do, what she might make of herself once she found a place to call her own. I prayed I would be lucky enough to someday see it.

My heart 🥺

But Nesta had gone with that mercenary. My hateful, cold sister had been willing to brave Prythian to rescue me.

🥺

“Why are you being so quiet?” Nesta said, keeping her distance.
I’d forgotten how cunning her eyes were, how cold. She’d been made differently, from something harder and stronger than bone and blood. She was as different from the humans around us as I had become.

Nesta my baby

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” said a deep, sensual male voice I’d never heard.
“Thank you for finding her for me,” my savior said to them.
Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

😩😩😩

And though my dreams continued to be plagued by the deaths I’d witnessed, the deaths I’d caused, and that
horrible pale woman ripping me to shreds—all watched over by a shadow I could never quite glimpse—I slowly stopped being so afraid.

was she dreaming about Amarantha and Rhysand??

If the paintings along the halls were exquisite, then the ones selected for the gallery had to be beyond my human imaginings.
“I would like that—very much.”
He smiled at me still, broadly and without restraint or hesitation. Isaac had never smiled at me like that. Isaac had never made my breath catch, just a little bit.

I almost forgot how adorable Tamlin and Feyre were in the beginning..

“Stay with the High Lord, human,” the Suriel said.

hehehe