Chapter no 71
CHAPTER 69 Feyre Tamlin landed us in the gravel of the front drive. I had forgotten how quiet it was here. How small. Empty. Spring bloomed—the air gentle and scented with roses. Still lovely. But there were the front doors he’d sealed me behind. There was the window I’d banged on, trying to get out. […]
Chapter no 70
CHAPTER 68 Rhysand I slammed into the floor of the town house, and Amren was instantly there, hands on Cassian’s wings, swearing at the damage. Then at the hole in Azriel’s chest. Even her healing couldn’t fix both. No, we’d need a real healer for each of them, and fast, because if Cassian lost those […]
Chapter no 69
CHAPTER 67 I fainted. When I opened my eyes, mere seconds had passed. Mor was now hauling away Rhys, who was panting on the floor, eyes wild, fingers clenching and unclenching— Tamlin yanked off the glove on my left hand. Pure, bare skin greeted him. No tattoo. I was sobbing and sobbing, and his arms […]
Chapter no 68
CHAPTER 66 I didn’t let Lucien’s declaration sink in. Nesta, however, whirled on him. “She is no such thing,” she said, and shoved him again. Lucien didn’t move an inch. His face was pale as death as he stared at Elain. My sister said nothing, the iron ring glinting dully on her finger. The King […]
Chapter no 67
CHAPTER 65 This was some new hell. Some new level of nightmare. I even went so far as to try to wake myself up. But there they were—in their nightgowns, the silk and lace dirty, torn. Elain was quietly sobbing, the gag soaked with her tears. Nesta, hair disheveled as if she’d fought like a […]
Chapter no 66
CHAPTER 64 Rhysand went still as death. Cassian snarled. Hanging between them, Azriel tried and failed to lift his head. But I was staring at Tamlin—at that face I had loved and hated so deeply—as he halted a good twenty feet away from us. He wore his bandolier of knives—Illyrian hunting-blades, I realized. His golden […]
Chapter no 65
CHAPTER 63 I gauged the distance between my friends and Jurian, weighed my sword against the twin ones crossed over his back. Cassian took a step toward the descending warrior and snarled, “You.” Jurian snickered. “Worked your way up the ranks, did you? Congratulations.” I felt him sweep toward us. Like a ripple of night […]
Chapter no 64
CHAPTER 62 The Cauldron was absence and presence. Darkness and … whatever the darkness had come from. But not life. Not joy or light or hope. It was perhaps the size of a bathtub, forged of dark iron, its three legs—those three legs the king had ransacked those temples to find—crafted like creeping branches covered […]
Chapter no 63
CHAPTER 61 I’d never worn so much steel. Blades had been strapped all over me, hidden in my boots, my inside pockets. And then there was the Illyrian blade down my back. Just a few hours ago, I’d known such overwhelming happiness after such horror and sorrow. Just a few hours ago, I’d been in […]
Chapter no 62
CHAPTER 60 “Velaris is secure,” Rhys said in the black hours of the night. “The wards the Cauldron took out have been remade.” We had not stopped to rest until now. For hours we’d worked, along with the rest of the city, to heal, to patch up, to hunt down answers any way we could. […]