2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

I grabbed the pen and scribbled my response atop the canister before watching the letter
vanish right out of my palm: No, you snoop. Don’t you have important things to do?
The letter flitted back a moment later.
I’m watching Cassian and Nesta get into it again over their tea. Something you
subjected me to when you kicked me off training. I thought this was our day off.
I snorted and wrote back, Poor baby High Lord. Life is so hard.
Paper vanished, then reappeared, his scribble now near the top of the paper, the only bit
of clear space left. Life is better when you’re around. And look at how lovely your
handwriting is.
I could almost feel him waiting on the other side, in the sunny breakfast room, half
paying attention to my eldest sister and the Illyrian warrior’s sparring. A faint smile
curved my lips. You’re a shameless flirt, I wrote back.
The page vanished. I watched my open palm, waiting for it to return.
And I was so focused on it that I didn’t notice anyone was behind me until the hand
covered my mouth and yanked me clean off my feet.
I thrashed, biting and clawing, shrieking as whoever it was hauled me up.
I tried to shove away, snow churning around us like dust on a road, but the arms that
gripped me were immovable, like bands of iron and—
A rasping voice sounded in my ear, “Stop, or I snap your neck.”
I knew that voice. It prowled through my nightmares.
The Attor.