To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.
I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us—because you weren’t afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian’s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, ‘If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.
And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.
So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.
Say it,” I gritted out. “The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.
I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.