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Chapter 8 begins with Feyre still processing the emotional weight of her brief, yet significant, time spent with Tamlin. A week has passed since the events that threw her world into turmoil, and the quiet moments that followed have given her little reprieve. The Tithe, a deeply ingrained tradition in the Spring Court, is upon them—a time when all subjects are required to offer their tributes. Tamlin, having been called away to the border, leaves Feyre behind, alone with her swirling thoughts and her…-
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9 I paced my room for a good while. Maybe I’d been mistaken when I’d spotted those burns—maybe they’d been there before. Maybe I hadn’t somehow summoned heat and branded the wood. Maybe I hadn’t slid into Lucien’s mind as if I were moving from one room to another. Just as she always did, Alis appeared to help me change for bed. As I sat before the vanity, letting her comb my hair, I cringed at my reflection. The purple beneath my eyes seemed permanent now—my face wan. Even my lips…-
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Chapter 10
Chapter 10 One breath, the study was intact.The next, it was shards of nothing, a shell of a room.None of it had touched me from where I had dropped to the floor, my hands over my head.Tamlin was panting, the ragged breaths almost like sobs.I was shaking—shaking so hard I thought my bones would splinter as the furniture had—but I made myself lower my arms and look at him.There was devastation on that face. And pain. And fear. And grief.Around me, no debris had fallen—as if he had shielded me.Tamlin…-
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Chapter 11
Chapter 11 finds Feyre Archeron navigating a turbulent emotional landscape upon her return to the Night Court with Rhysand, its powerful and enigmatic High Lord. Still recovering from the trauma she experienced at Tamlin's court, Feyre feels disconnected from everything around her—her body weakened by her recent ordeals and her mind heavy with the weight of past horrors. Rhysand, with his usual blend of playfulness and deep concern, invites Feyre to share a meal with him, signaling a moment of respite…-
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Chapter 12
Chapter 12 During that first week back, I wasn’t allowed out of sight of the house. Some nameless threat had broken onto the lands, and Tamlin and Lucien were called away to deal with it. I asked my friend to tell me what it was, yet … Lucien had that look he always did when he wanted to, but his loyalty to Tamlin got in the way. So I didn’t ask again. While they were gone, Ianthe returned—to keep me company, protect me, I don’t know. She was the only one allowed in. The semi-permanent gaggle…-
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Chapter 13
Chapter 13 opens with the protagonist waking up to a peaceful, serene view of clear skies and snow-capped mountains. She lies beside Rhysand, who appears unusually solemn, his demeanor a stark contrast to the beauty surrounding them. The peaceful atmosphere only adds to the heaviness of the protagonist's emotions as she recalls the terrifying aftermath of her ordeal at Tamlin's manor. She is disturbed by the memory of her own scream-induced episode that left her engulfed in an unsettling darkness, unable…-
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Chapter 14
Chapter 14 “Welcome to my home,” Rhysand said.A city—a world lay out there.Morning sunlight streamed through the windows lining the front of the townhouse. The ornately carved wood door before me was inset with fogged glass that peeked into a small antechamber and the actual front door beyond it, shut and solid against whatever city lurked beyond.And the thought of setting foot out into it, into the leering crowds, seeing the destruction Amarantha had likely wreaked upon them … A heavy weight…-
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Chapter 15
Chapter 15 begins with Feyre waking up in Rhysand’s residence in Velaris, still recovering from the emotional and physical toll of her departure from the Spring Court. She feels the weight of both fatigue and the trauma she has endured, and though her heart is heavy with sorrow, she forces herself to rise, dress, and join Rhys. He briefs her on the state of Velaris, describing how the city has been shielded from the outside world, including the horrors of Amarantha’s reign. Despite the dark memories of…-
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Chapter 16
Chapter 16 Rhys sauntered toward the two males standing by the dining room doors, giving me the option to stay or join. One word, he’d promised, and we could go. Both of them were tall, their wings tucked in tight to powerful, muscled bodies covered in plated, dark leather that reminded me of the worn scales of some serpentine beast. Identical long swords were each strapped down the column of their spines—the blades beautiful in their simplicity. Perhaps I needn’t have bothered with the fine clothes…-
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Chapter 17
Chapter 17 Jurian. The name clanged through me, even after we finished dinner, even after Mor and Cassian and Azriel and Amren had stopped debating and snarling about who would do what and be where while Rhys and I went to the Prison — whatever that was — tomorrow. Rhys flew me back over the city, plunging into the lights and darkness. I quickly found I much preferred ascending, and couldn’t bring myself to watch for too long without feeling my dinner rise up. Not fear—just some reaction of my…-
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