2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

Soft.
Peaceful.
Lights began twinkling—little stars, blooming irises of blue and purple and white. I
reached out a hand toward one, and starlight danced on my fingertips. Far away, in another
world perhaps, Azriel and Cassian sparred in the dark, no doubt using it as a training
exercise.
I shifted the star between my fingers like a coin on the hand of a magician. Here in the
soothing, sparkling dark, a steady breath filled my lungs.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done such a thing. Breathed easily.
Then the darkness splintered and vanished, swifter than smoke on a wind. I found
myself blinking back the blinding sun, arm still out, Rhysand still before me.
Still without a shirt.
He said, “We can work on it later. For now.” He sniffed. “Go take a bath.”
I gave him a particularly vulgar gesture—and asked Cassian to fly me home instead.