“If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate.”

“I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.”

“I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.”

“So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.”

“I love you,” I said, and stabbed him.”

“I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.”

“And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.”

“I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.”