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Chapter 50
CHAPTER 50 I slept beside him, offering what warmth I could, monitoring the cave entrance the entirety of the night. The beasts in the forest prowled past in an endless parade, and only in the gray light before dawn did their snarls and hissing fade. Rhys was unconscious as watery sunlight painted the stone walls, his skin clammy. I checked his wounds and found them barely healed, an oily sheen oozing from them. And when I put a hand on his brow, I swore at the heat. Poison had coated those arrows. And…-
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Chapter 5: Captive in Prythian
In Chapter 5, the journey into the unknown began with an unrelenting silence, broken only by the rhythmic clatter of hooves against the damp forest floor. The protagonist found herself astride a white mare, its steady gait offering the only semblance of stability amidst the chaos that had upended her life. Ahead of her, the beast—a towering figure of fur and raw power—moved with effortless grace, leading her deeper into the endless stretch of trees, away from the world she knew and into the heart of…-
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Chapter 5
Chapter 5 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 ink in water. He angled his head, his blue-black hair shifting with the movement. Those violet eyes sparkled in the golden faelight as they fixed on Tamlin, as he held up a hand to where Tamlin and Lucien and their sentries had their swords…-
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Chapter 49
CHAPTER 49 I awoke, warm and rested and calm. Safe. Sunlight streamed through the filthy window, illuminating the reds and golds in the wall of wing before me—where it had been all night, shielding me from the cold. Rhysand’s arms were banded around me, his breathing deep and even. And I knew it was just as rare for him to sleep that soundly, peacefully. What we’d done last night … Carefully, I twisted to face him, his arms tightening slightly, as if to keep me from vanishing with the morning…-
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Chapter 48
CHAPTER 48 Apparently, the nearby “inn” was little more than a raucous tavern with a few rooms for rent—usually by the hour. And, as it was, there were no vacancies. Save for a tiny, tiny room in what had once been part of the attic. Rhys didn’t want anyone knowing who, exactly, was amongst the High Fae, faeries, Illyrians, and whoever else was packed in the inn below. Even I barely recognized him as he—without magic, without anything but adjusting his posture—muted that sense of otherworldly…-
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Chapter 47
CHAPTER 47 If I wanted to escape, I could either face the stream or face them. But Lucien … His red hair was tied back, and there wasn’t a hint of finery on him: just armored leather, swords, knives … His metal eye roamed over me, his golden skin pale. “We’ve been hunting for you for over two months,” he breathed, now scanning the woods, the stream, the sky. Rhys. Cauldron save me. Rhys was too far back, and— “How did you find me?” My steady, cold voice wasn’t one I recognized.…-
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Chapter 46 opens with Feyre awakening from the depths of unconsciousness, feeling both disoriented and profoundly changed. The battle that had taken place in the throne room still lingers in her mind, a chaotic swirl of violence, desperation, and an unrelenting drive to break free from Amarantha’s grasp. However, the reality that greets her is starkly different—she is no longer human. Instead, she has been transformed into a High Fae, resurrected by the very beings who once held her fate in their…
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Chapter 46
Chapter 46 I was so cold I might never be warm again. Even during winter in the mortal realm, I’d managed to find some kernel of heat, but after nearly emptying my cache of magic that afternoon, even the roaring hearth fire couldn’t thaw the chill around my bones. Did spring ever come to this blasted place? “They pick these locations,” Cassian said across from me as we dined on mutton stew around the table tucked into the corner of the front of the stone house. “Just to ensure the strongest…-
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The chapter begins with an atmosphere thick with tension, as the aftermath of a brutal battle leaves the once-grand setting in disarray. The protagonist's motionless body lies sprawled across the shattered floor, a stark contrast to the chaos that just unfolded. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the remnants of magic that still crackle in the air. Chapter 45 introduces Lucien, usually composed and sharp-witted, who stands frozen in shock, his elegant yet scarred features…
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Chapter 45
Chapter 45 The Illyrian war-camp deep in the northern mountains was freezing.Apparently, spring was still little more than a whisper in the region.Mor winnowed us all in, Rhysand and Cassian flanking us.We had danced. All of us together. And I had never seen Rhys so happy, laughing with Azriel, drinking with Mor, bickering with Cassian. I’d danced with each of them, and when the night had shifted toward dawn and the music became soft and honeyed, I had let Rhys take me in his arms and dance with me,…-
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