What about my kiss?

Dance, Feyre,

—Porque yo no querría morirme sola —respondí, y me tembló la voz cuando volví a mirar a Tamlin y me obligué a buscar sus ojos con los míos—. Porque me gustaría que alguien me sostuviera la mano hasta el final y un rato más después. Eso es algo que todo el mundo merece, inmortales y humanos.–Capítulo 17, pág. 177

Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?""Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?"That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. "He also said that you like being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats.

If it grieves you," he said, the words caressing my bones, "then I don't think it's absurd at all.

And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.

There was a part of Tamlin that was good.-Yes. he'd given me everything I needed to become myself,to feel safe. And when he got what he wanted...he stopped. he tried, but not really. He'd let himself remain blind to what I needed after Amarantha.

You look . . . better than before."Was that a compliment? I could have sworn Lucien gave Tamlin an encouraging nod."And you hair is . . . clean.

some strange new part of me wondered if my never returning might be a fitting punishment for him, for what he had done to me.