My money’s on yes,” Cassian said. “Want to make a wager?”“No,” Azriel said, not turning from the window. Cassian sat up, the portrait of outrage. “No?

He wanted to bury her in Velaris. Somewhere full of light and warmth, full of kind people. Far away from these mountains.

And even if the laws had allowed it, he would never take that away from her: the chance to save herself.

I'm talking to the House. Which is a considerable step up from talking to you.""It doesn't talk back.""Exactly.

She didn’t know what to do with it, that rage. It still burned and hunted her, still made her want to rip and roar and rend the world into pieces. She felt it all—too keenly, too sharply. Hated and cared and loved and dreaded, more than other people, she sometimes thought.

Death watched him.But death had walked beside him everyday of his life. So Cassian stroked his thumb along her palm and said, “Hello Nes.

—Hace quinientos años luché en campos de batalla no muy lejos de esta casa. Luché junto a humanos e inmortales, sangré con ellos. Y voy a volver a estar de pie en este campo de batalla, Nesta Archeron, para proteger esta casa.., para proteger a vuestro pueblo. No puedo pensar en una manera mejor que terminar mi existencia que defendiendo a los que más lo necesitan.Vi una lágrima sobre la mejilla de Nesta. Y vi como Cassian levantaba una mano para enjugársela.–Capítulo 57, pág. 519

Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.

But I still don’t know how to fix myself.”“There’s nothing broken to be fixed,” he said fiercely.