2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

“Welcome to my home,” Rhysand said.
A city—a world lay out there.
CHAPTER
14
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows lining the front of the town house. The
ornately carved wood door before me was inset with fogged glass that peeked into a small
antechamber and the actual front door beyond it, shut and solid against whatever city
lurked beyond.
And the thought of setting foot out into it, into the leering crowds, seeing the
destruction Amarantha had likely wreaked upon them … A heavy weight pressed into my
chest.
I hadn’t dredged up the focus to ask until now, hadn’t given an ounce of room to
consider that this might be a mistake, but … “What is this place?”
Rhys leaned a broad shoulder against the carved oak threshold that led into the sitting
room and crossed his arms. “This is my house. Well, I have two homes in the city. One is
for more … official business, but this is only for me and my family.”
I listened for any servants but heard none. Good—maybe that was good, rather than
have people weeping and gawking.
“Nuala and Cerridwen are here,” he said, reading my glance down the hall behind us.
“But other than that, it’ll just be the two of us.”
I tensed. It wasn’t that things had been any different at the Night Court itself, but—this
house was much, much smaller. There would be no escaping him. Save for the city
outside.
There were no cities left in our mortal territory. Though some had sprung up on the
main continent, full of art and learning and trade. Elain had once wanted to go with me. I
didn’t suppose I’d ever get that chance now.
Rhysand opened his mouth, but then the silhouettes of two tall, powerful bodies
appeared on the other side of the front door’s fogged glass. One of them banged on it with
a fist.
“Hurry up, you lazy ass,” a deep male voice drawled from the antechamber beyond.
Exhaustion drugged me so heavily that I didn’t particularly care that there were wings
peeking over their two shadowy forms.
Rhys didn’t so much as blink toward the door. “Two things, Feyre darling.”
The pounding continued, followed by the second male murmuring to his companion, “If