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

“Say it,” I gritted out.“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.”

“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.”

“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.”