2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

CHAPTER
47
If I wanted to escape, I could either face the stream or face them. But Lucien …
His red hair was tied back, and there wasn’t a hint of finery on him: just armored
leather, swords, knives … His metal eye roamed over me, his golden skin pale. “We’ve
been hunting for you for over two months,” he breathed, now scanning the woods, the
stream, the sky.
Rhys. Cauldron save me. Rhys was too far back, and—
“How did you find me?” My steady, cold voice wasn’t one I recognized. But—hunting
for me. As if I were indeed prey.
If Tamlin was here … My blood went icier than the freezing rain now sluicing down my
face, into my clothes.
“Someone tipped us off you’d been out here, but it was luck that we caught your scent
on the wind, and—” Lucien took a step toward me.
I stepped back. Only three feet between me and the stream.
Lucien’s eye widened slightly. “We need to get out of here. Tamlin’s been—he hasn’t
been himself. I’ll take you right to—”
“No,” I breathed.
The word rasped through the rain, the stream, the pine forest.
The four sentinels glanced between each other, then to the arrow I kept aimed.
Lucien took me in again.
And I could see what he was now gleaning: the Illyrian fighting leathers. The color and
fullness that had returned to my face, my body.
And the silent steel of my eyes.
“Feyre,” he said, holding out a hand. “Let’s go home.”
I didn’t move. “That stopped being my home the day you let him lock me up inside of
it.”
Lucien’s mouth tightened. “It was a mistake. We all made mistakes. He’s sorry—more
sorry than you realize. So am I.” He stepped toward me, and I backed up another few
inches.
Not much space remained between me and the gushing waters below.
Cassian’s training crashed into me, as if all the lessons he’d been drilling into me each