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First published June 1, 2022
And I realized—I realized how badly I'd been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I'd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.
“He thinks he'll be remembered as the villain in the story. But I forgot to tell him that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key. He was the one who let me out.”
"Hello, Feyre darling," he purred.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Not when Rhysand liked to make a spectacle of everything. And found pissing off Tamlin to be an art form.
But there he was.
Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like water.
"You’re free," Mor said tightly. "You’re free."
Not safe. Not protected.
Free.
"So I’m your huntress and thief?"
His hands slid down to cup the back of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, "You are my salvation, Feyre."
The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half-breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares… And the huntress with an artist’s soul.
I had been so cold, so lonely, for so long, and my body cried out at the contact, at the joy of being touched and held and alive.
"To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
"To the stars who listen – and the dreams that are answered."