2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

while things were getting interesting.”
“Fortunately for Cassian’s balls,” Amren said, nestling back in her chaise, “you arrived
at the right time.”
Cassian snarled halfheartedly at her.
Rhys laughed, and said to none of us in particular, “Ready to go on a summer holiday?”
Mor said, “The Summer Court invited you?”
“Of course they did. Feyre, Amren, and I are going tomorrow.”
Only the three of us? Cassian seemed to have the same thought, his wings rustling as he
crossed his arms and faced Rhys. “The Summer Court is full of hotheaded fools and
arrogant pricks,” he warned. “I should join you.”
“You’d fit right in,” Amren crooned. “Too bad you still aren’t going.”
Cassian pointed a finger at her. “Watch it, Amren.”
She bared her teeth in a wicked smile. “Believe me, I’d prefer not to go, either.”
I clamped my lips shut to keep from smiling or grimacing, I didn’t know.
Rhys rubbed his temples. “Cassian, considering the fact that the last time you visited, it
didn’t end well—”
“I wrecked one building—”
“And,” Rhys cut him off. “Considering the fact that they are utterly terrified of sweet
Amren, she is the wiser choice.”
I didn’t know if there was anyone alive who wasn’t utterly terrified of her.
“It could easily be a trap,” Cassian pushed. “Who’s to say the delay in replying wasn’t
because they’re contacting our enemies to ambush you?”
“That is also why Amren is coming,” Rhys said simply.
Amren was frowning—bored and annoyed.
Rhys said too casually, “There is also a great deal of treasure to be found in the Summer
Court. If the Book is hidden, Amren, you might find other objects to your liking.”
“Shit,” Cassian said, throwing up his hands again. “Really, Rhys? It’s bad enough we’re
stealing from them, but robbing them blind—”
“Rhysand does have a point,” Amren said. “Their High Lord is young and untested. I
doubt he’s had much time to catalog his inherited hoard since he was appointed Under the
Mountain. I doubt he’ll know anything is missing. Very well, Rhysand—I’m in.”
No better than a firedrake guarding its trove indeed. Mor gave me a secret, subtle look
that conveyed the same thing, and I swallowed a chuckle.
Cassian started to object again, but Rhys said quietly, “I will need you—not Amren—in
the human realm. The Summer Court has banned you for eternity, and though your