I turned. “I was asking about Jurian, the king, the queens, and the Cauldron, but 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.”
“So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin,“You are my salvation, Feyre.”
“Life is better when you’re around. And look at how lovely your handwriting is.”
“I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.
And I was not a mouse.
I was a wolf.”
“He locked you up because he knew—the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.”
“I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.”
“I heard every word between you. I knew you could take care of yourself, and yet … ” He went back to his pie, swallowing a bite before continuing. “And yet I found myself deciding that if you took his hand, I would find a way to live with it. It would be your choice.”
I sipped from my wine. “And if he had grabbed me?”
There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. “Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.”
I put my hand against his cheek, the first intimate touch we'd had all day. His skin was chilled, his eyes bleak as they slid to me. "I don't walk away, not from you," I swore quietly.
His gaze softened. "Feyre..."
“And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.”
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