A Court of Mist and Fury

Chapter 19

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Tamlin took a step toward me, over that invisible demarcation.

He recoiled as if he’d hit something solid.

“Feyre,” he rasped.

He stepped again—and that line held.

“Feyre, please,” he breathed.

And I realized that the line, that bubble of protection …

It was from me.

A shield. Not just a mental one—but a physical one, too.

I didn’t know what High Lord it had come from, who controlled air or wind or any of that. Perhaps one of the Solar Courts. I didn’t care.

“Feyre,” Tamlin groaned a third time, pushing a hand against what indeed looked like an invisible, curved wall of hardened air. “Please. Please.”

Those words cracked something in me. Cracked me open.

Perhaps they cracked that shield of solid wind as well, for his hand shot through it.

Then he stepped over that line between chaos and order, danger and safety.

He dropped to his knees, taking my face in his hands. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t stop trembling.

“I’ll try,” he breathed. “I’ll try to be better. I don’t … I can’t control it sometimes. The rage. Today was just … today was bad. With the Tithe, with all of it. Today—let’s forget it, let’s just move past it. Please.”

I didn’t fight as he slid his arms around me, tucking me in tightly enough that his warmth soaked through me. He buried his face in my neck and said onto my nape, as if the words would be absorbed by my body, as if he could only say it the way we’d always been good at communicating—skin to skin, “I couldn’t save you before. I couldn’t protect you from them. And when you said that, about … about me drowning you … Am I any better than they were?”

I should have told him it wasn’t true, but … I had spoken with my heart. Or what was left of it.

“I’ll try to be better,” he said again. “Please—give me more time. Let me … let me get through this. Please.”

to ask. But words had abandoned me. I realized I

an answer—and that

my arms around him, because body to body was

said again.

You’ve given enough, Feyre.

was right. And perhaps I didn’t

his shoulder as

wall behind us. And as I watched it slide down the cracked wood

night. He worshipped my body with his hands, his tongue, his teeth. But that had never been the hard part. We just got tripped up with

he was good for his

fewer guards as I walked the grounds. Some remained, but no one haunted

stable hands had reported to Tamlin the

of solid wind I’d used against him. And things were good enough that I didn’t dare

for answers. A protector—that’s who he was, and would always be. What I had wanted when I was cold

what I

only option, I spent my days in the library. Practicing my reading and writing. Adding to that mental shield, brick by brick, layer by layer. Sometimes seeing if I could summon that physical wall of solid air, too. Savoring the

I didn’t speak to anyone at

body. Or shifting into that beast and staying awake until dawn, monitoring the

I’d decided to try to talk, to interact. I

have the same idea. And the first time in a

morning to the sound of low, deep voices in the hallway outside my bedroom. Closing my eyes, I nestled into the pillow and pulled the

growl cut through the walls, and I opened my eyes

“Get out,” Tamlin warned.

was a quiet response—too soft for me to make out beyond basic

it one last

voice, and the hair on my arms rose. I studied the tattoo on my forearm as I did a tally.

to the door, realizing halfway there that I was naked. Thanks to Tamlin, my clothes had been shredded and flung across the other side of the room, and I had

open, Rhys turned toward me. The grin that had been on

detail. “Are you

“What?” Tamlin demanded.

gone cold. Rhys extended a hand

I flinched. “Get out.” He pointed toward the

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