Say it,” I gritted out.“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.

He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.

I want to take my time with you - to learn … every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don’t want to have an audience” he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, “when I make you moan, Aelin.

I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. “Has anyone ever taken care of you?” he asked quietly.“No.” I’d long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it.

He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, “I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid.”I will not be afraid.A line in the burning brightness.My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .And I will not be afraid.

It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.

This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars.

I can wait," he said thickly, kissing her collarbone. "We have all the time in the world.

She shook off his grip. "I am what I am, and I don't particularly care what you think of me.” "Well, I care what you think of me. I care enough that I stayed at this disgusting party for you. And I care enough that I'd attend a thousand more like it so I can spend a few hours with you when you aren't looking at me like I'M not worth the dirt beneath your shoes.