Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone."And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same thing. "Thank you," I said, my throat tight.

Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him."I didn't want to think much about his abilities. "Who's to say he won't splatter you as well?""Perhaps he'll try- but I have a feeling he'll kill Amarantha first.

Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me.

He smiled for a heartbeat longer. I had never seen anyone so handsome-and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it.

Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons.

The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be a poison.

If I'd had the strength, I would have leaped on him and ripped him apart. "You're a disgusting bastard.""I'll have to ask Tamlin if this kind of flattery won his heart.