A Court of Mist and Fury

Chapter 15

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“Please take me home.”

He shrugged and rose. “I’ll tell Mor you said good-bye.”

“I barely saw her all week.” Just that first meeting—then that conversation yesterday. When we hadn’t exchanged two words.

“She was waiting for an invitation—she didn’t want to pester you. I wish she extended me the same courtesy.”

“No one told me.” I didn’t particularly care. No doubt she had better things to do, anyway.

“You didn’t ask. And why bother? Better to be miserable and alone.” He approached, each step smooth, graceful. His hair was definitely ruffled, as if he’d been dragging his hands through it. Or just flying for hours to whatever secret spot. “Have you thought about my offer?”

“I’ll let you know next month.”

He stopped a hand’s breadth away, his golden face tight. “I told you once, and I’ll tell you again,” he said. “I am not your enemy.”

“And I told you once, so I’ll tell you again. You’re Tamlin’s enemy. So I suppose that makes you mine.”

“Does it?”

“Free me from my bargain and let’s find out.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Can’t, or won’t?”

He just extended his hand. “Shall we go?”

I nearly lunged for it. His fingers were cool, sturdy—callused from weapons I’d never seen on him.

Darkness gobbled us up, and it was instinct to grab him as the world vanished from beneath my feet. Winnowing indeed. Wind tore at me, and his arm was a warm, heavy weight across my back while we tumbled through realms, Rhys snickering at my terror.

But then solid ground—flagstones—were under me, then blinding sunshine above, greenery, little birds chirping—

I shoved away from him, blinking at the brightness, at the massive oak hunched over us. An oak at the edge of the formal gardens—of home.

bolt for the manor house, but Rhys gripped my wrist. His

hand

He chuckled, letting go.

month,” he said, and

Lucien and two other

in the doorway, falling silent mid-sentence. But then Tamlin’s head snapped up, and he was racing across the room, so fast that I hardly had time to

name as my

scanning me from head

the exact moment when he realized the Night Court clothes I was wearing, the strip of bare skin exposed at my midriff. “No one touched

my back, as if he could discern through the clothes. I tore out of his grip. “I

hard, his eyes wild. “You’re all right,” he said. And then said it

cheek. “Tamlin,” I murmured. Lucien and the other sentries, wisely, made their exit. My friend caught my gaze as he left, giving me

other ways,” Tamlin

as gently as I could. And then noticed the study walls—the claw marks raked down them. All over them. And the table they’d been

press his brow to mine. “He took

“And left me alone.”

to drop your guard. You have no idea what games he plays, what he’s capable

I said, even as it tasted like ash on my tongue. “And the next time,

be a

found a way out?”

not letting you

there were consequences for breaking a magical

heard it for the empty threat it was—and how much it destroyed him. That was who he was,

rose onto my toes and kissed him. There was so much I wanted to ask him, but—later. “Let’s go upstairs,” I said

between kisses. “I

was all I

need to ask you

further. “Later.” His body was so warm, so hard against mine, his scent

my tongue

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