2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

It was because of the message that Rhys, standing in the foyer, now read:
I left of my own free will.
I am cared for and safe. I am grateful for all that you did for me, all that you gave.
Please don’t come looking for me. I’m not coming back.
He swiftly folded it in two and it vanished. “Are you sure?”
Perhaps it would help with whatever situation was going on at the Spring Court. I
glanced to the windows beyond him. The mist wreathing the city had wandered off,
revealing a bright, cloudless sky. And somehow, my head felt clearer than it had in days—
months.
A city lay out there, that I had barely observed or cared about.
I wanted it—life, people. I wanted to see it, feel its rush through my blood. No
boundaries, no limits to what I might encounter or do.
“I am no one’s pet,” I said. Rhys’s face was contemplative, and I wondered if he
remembered that he’d told me the same thing once, when I was too lost in my own guilt
and despair to understand. “What next?”
“For what it’s worth, I did actually want to give you a day to rest—”
“Don’t coddle me.”
“I’m not. And I’d hardly call our encounter this morning rest. But you will forgive me if
I make assessments based on your current physical condition.”
“I’ll be the person who decides that. What about the Book of Breathings?”
“Once Azriel returns from dealing with the Attor, he’s to put his other skill set to use
and infiltrate the mortal queens’ courts to learn where they’re keeping it—and what their
plans might be. And as for the half in Prythian … We’ll go to the Summer Court within a
few days, if my request to visit is approved. High Lords visiting other courts makes
everyone jumpy. We’ll deal with the Book then.”
He shut his mouth, no doubt waiting for me to trudge upstairs, to brood and sleep.
Enough—I’d had enough of sleeping.
I said, “You told me that this city was better seen at night. Are you all talk, or will you
ever bother to show me?”
A low laugh as he looked me over. I didn’t recoil from his gaze.
When his eyes found mine again, his mouth twisted in a smile so few saw. Real
amusement—perhaps a bit of happiness edged with relief. The male behind the High
Lord’s mask. “Dinner,” he said. “Tonight. Let’s find out if you, Feyre darling, are all talk
—or if you’ll allow a Lord of Night to take you out on the town.”
Amren came to my room before dinner. Apparently, we were all going out tonight.