My mother always had gifts for Azriel and Cassian. For the latter, the initial Solstice we’d shared here had been the first time he’d received any sort of gift, Solstice or not. I could still see the tears Cassian had tried to hide as he’d opened his presents, and the tears in my mother’s eyes as she watched him.

You’re a prick, Rhysand,” Cassian said quietly.

When do you come home to me?

I looked ahead, toward that laugh, that light—and that vision of the future Feyre had shown me, more beautiful than anything I could have ever wished for—anything I had wished for, on those long-ago, solitary nights with only the stars for company. A dream still unanswered—but not forever.

...light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty.

But then she snapped your neck." Tears rolled down his face."And I felt you die," he whispered.Tears were sliding down my own cheeks."And this beautiful, wonderful thing that had come into my life, this gift from the Cauldron... It was gone." - Rhysand

Where are we going?"Rhy's smile widened into a grin. "To Velaris—the City of Starlight.

What's it doing?" the green-faced faerie whined again.A deep, elegant voice replied this time. "She's building a trap." Rhysand."But the Middengard—""Relies on its scent to see," Rhysand answered, and I gave a special glower for him as I glanced at the rim of the trench and found him smiling at me. "And Feyre just became invisible."His violet eyes twinkled. I made an obscene gesture before I broke into a run, heading straight for the worm.

Thank you for finding her for me,” my saviour said to them, smooth and polished. “Enjoy the Rite.” There was enough of a bite beneath his last words that the faeries stiffened. Without further comment, they scuttled back to the bonfires. I stepped out of the shelter of my saviour’s arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.