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Chapter 25 Standing beneath the latticework of snow-heavy trees, I took in the slumbering forest and wondered if the birds had gone quiet because of my presence. Or that of the High Lord beside me. “Freezing my ass off first thing in the morning isn’t how I intended to spend our day off,” Rhysand said, frowning at the wood. “I should take you to the Illyrian Steppes when we return—the forest there is far more interesting. And warmer.” “I have no idea where those are.” Snow crunched under… -
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Chapter 26
Chapter 26 The Attor had vanished in the moments after Amarantha died, suspected to have fled for the King of Hybern. And if it was here, in the mortal lands— I went pliant in its arms, buying a wisp of time to scan for something, anything to use against it. “Good,” it hissed in my ear. “Now tell me—” Night exploded around us. The Attor screamed—screamed—as that darkness swallowed us, and I was wrenched from its spindly, hard arms, its nails slicing into my leather. I collided… -
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Chapter 27
Chapter 27 begins with an explosive moment, where the protagonist, filled with a fiery mix of rage and frustration, finds herself pinned atop Rhys in the freezing snow. The contrast between the biting cold of the snow and the hot, searing tension between them adds layers of complexity to the situation. Her anger boils over, demanding that Rhys never again use her as a mere pawn in his grand plans. This isn’t just about a momentary disagreement—it’s about a fundamental breach of trust and an assertion… -
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Chapter 28 My sisters ate breakfast with Rhys and me, Azriel gone to wherever he’d taken the Attor. Cassian had flown off to join him the moment we returned. He’d given Nesta a mocking bow, and she’d given him a vulgar gesture I hadn’t realized she knew how to make. Cassian had merely laughed, his eyes snaking over Nesta’s ice-blue gown with a predatory intent that, given her hiss of rage, he knew would set her spitting. Then he was gone, leaving my sister on the broad doorstep, her brown-gold… -
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Chapter 29
Chapter 29 Despite the chill night, every shop was open as we walked through the city. Musicians played in the little squares, and the Palace of Thread and Jewels was packed with shoppers and performers, High Fae and lesser faeries alike. But we continued past, down to the river itself, the water so smooth that the stars and lights blended on its dark surface like a living ribbon of eternity. The five of them were unhurried as we strolled across one of the wide marble bridges spanning the Sidra, often… -
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Chapter 30 Cassian might have been cocky grins and vulgarity most of the time, but in the sparring ring in a rock-carved courtyard atop the House of Wind the next afternoon, he was a stone-cold killer. And when those lethal instincts were turned on me … Beneath the fighting leathers, even with the brisk temperature, my skin was slick with sweat. Each breath ravaged my throat, and my arms trembled so badly that any time I so much as tried to use my fingers, my pinkie would start shaking… -
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Chapter 31 “Don’t dance so much on your toes,” Cassian said to me four days later, as we spent the unusually warm afternoon in the sparring ring. “Feet planted, daggers up. Eyes on mine. If you were on a battlefield, you would have been dead with that maneuver.” Amren snorted, picking at her nails while she lounged in a chaise. “She heard you the first ten times you said it, Cassian.” “Keep talking, Amren, and I’ll drag you into the ring and see how much practice you’ve actually been… -
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Chapter 32 In the end, only Amren and I joined Rhys, Cassian having failed to sway his High Lord, Azriel still off overseeing his network of spies and investigating the human realm, and Mor tasked with guarding Velaris. Rhys would winnow us directly into Adriata, the castle-city of the Summer Court—and there we would stay, for however long it took me to detect and then steal the first half of the Book. As Rhys’s newest pet, I would be granted tours of the city and the High Lord’s personal… -
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Chapter 33 We were given a suite of connecting rooms, all centered on a large, lavish lounge that was open to the sea and city below. My bedroom was appointed in seafoam and softest blue with pops of gold—like the gilded clamshell atop my pale wood dresser. I had just set it down when the white door behind me clicked open and Rhys slid in. He leaned against the door once he shut it, the top of his black tunic unbuttoned to reveal the upper whorls of the tattoo spanning his chest. “The problem,… -
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Chapter 34 Mercifully, there was no sound from his closed bedroom. And no sounds came out of it during that night, when I jolted awake from a nightmare of being turned over a spit, and couldn’t remember where I was.Moonlight danced on the sea beyond my open windows, and there was silence—such silence.A weapon. I was a weapon to find that book, to stop the king from breaking the wall, to stop whatever he had planned for Jurian and the war that might destroy my world. That might destroy this place—and… - Previous 1 … 98 99 100 … 114 Next