Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?""Let. Her. Go." Tamlin's face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me.

That I will bow before no one and nothing but my crown.

I stepped out of the shelter of my savior’s arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me. I tell very few about the wings. Or the flying.

You didn't tell me this would happen.""You didn't ask. So how am I to blame?

I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you.

Deberías sentir lástima por los que no sienten nada.

Anger, this … flirtation, annoyance … He knew those were my crutches.

Through the rising steam from the tub, I said, “I think you and I would shred each other to bits.”“Oh, we most definitely will.” He leaned against the bathing room threshold. “But it wouldn’t be fun otherwise. Consider our training now officially part of your work requirements with me.” A jerk of the chin. “Go ahead—try to get past my shields.