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“Mother was even worse to Feyre- and my sister has turned out to be ..." She searched for the word. "A perfect mother."

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“A lovely female with the same brown-gold hair as the one already standing before Bryce entered. She wore a loose white shirt over brown pants, both splattered with paint. Her hands were tattooed to the elbows. But her blue-gray eyes were wary.”

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“Feyre smiled broadly. Bright as the full moon, lovelier than any star.”

“Sapphires, emeralds, rubies… Feyre had them all.”

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“I was High Lady of the Night Court, yes, but also one blessed with the gifts of all the courts.”

“My—mate. This beautiful, strong, selfless male… Who had sacrificed and wrecked himself for his family, his people, and didn’t feel it was enough, that he wasn’t enough for anyone.”

“Because she is High Lady of the Night Court, and she’s busy running the territory.”

“And as High Lady?” Cassian loosed a rough breath. “As High Lady, you are mine. And Azriel’s, and Mor’s and Amren’s. You belong to all of us, and we belong to you.”

“How long have you known that I’m your mate?” Rhys stilled. The entire world stilled. He swallowed. “Feyre.” “How long have you known that I’m your mate?” “You… You ensnared the Suriel?” How he’d pieced it together, I didn’t give a shit. “I said you don’t get to ask questions.”

“The babe she brought to the bed was not the small, still thing she’d been holding, but a full-term winged boy. His thick cap of dark hair lay plastered to his head as he mewled for his mother. Feyre began sobbing then, too, taking her son from Mor.”

“I’m glad to know I have so many options where our relationship stands. And that you’ll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger.” His eyes danced with feline amusement. “Cruel, beautiful thing.”

“Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you.”

“You cruel, wicked thing,” he purred, his nose grazing the exposed bit of neck I’d arched beneath him. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?” “I never knew Illyrians were such sensitive babies,”

“Feyre’s gaze was wary. Cold. But it warmed as she smiled at Cassian, who strode to her and kissed her cheek.”

“My name is Feyre Archeron. I am High Lady of the Night Court. This is Rhysand, my—husband.”