2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

Like he knew precisely how tired I was—how I knew I should be quaking at the thought
of this Weaver, but after the Bone Carver, what I’d revealed to it … I could feel nothing at
all.
Rhys said to me, “What about adding one more name to that list?”
I didn’t particularly like the sound of that. Mor said as much.
“Emissary,” Rhysand said, ignoring his cousin. “Emissary to the Night Court—for the
human realm.”
Azriel said, “There hasn’t been one for five hundred years, Rhys.”
“There also hasn’t been a human-turned-immortal since then, either.” Rhys met my
gaze. “The human world must be as prepared as we are—especially if the King of Hybern
plans to shatter the wall and unleash his forces upon them. We need the other half of the
Book from those mortal queens—and if we can’t use magic to influence them, then
they’re going to have to bring it to us.”
More silence. On the street beyond the bay of windows, wisps of snow brushed past,
dusting the cobblestones.
Rhys jerked his chin at me. “You are an immortal faerie—with a human heart. Even as
such, you might very well set foot on the continent and be … hunted for it. So we set up a
base in neutral territory. In a place where humans trust us—trust you, Feyre. And where
other humans might risk going to meet with you. To hear the voice of Prythian after five
centuries.”
“My family’s estate,” I said.
“Mother’s tits, Rhys,” Cassian cut in, wings flaring wide enough to nearly knock over
the ceramic vase on the side table next to him. “You think we can just take over her
family’s house, demand that of them?”
Nesta hadn’t wanted any dealings with the Fae, and Elain was so gentle, so sweet …
how could I bring them into this?
“The land,” Mor said, reaching over to return the vase to its place, “will run red with
blood, Cassian, regardless of what we do with her family. It is now a matter of where that
blood will$flow—and how much will spill. How much human blood we can save.”
And maybe it made me a cowardly fool, but I said, “The Spring Court borders the wall
—”
“The wall stretches across the sea. We’ll fly in offshore,” Rhys said without so much as
a blink. “I won’t risk discovery from any court, though word might spread quickly enough
once we’re there. I know it won’t be easy, Feyre, but if there’s any way you could
convince those queens—”
“I’ll do it.” I said. Clare Beddor’s broken and nailed body flashed in my vision.
Amarantha had been one of his commanders. Just one—of many. The King of Hybern had
to be horrible beyond reckoning to be her master. If these people got their hands on my