2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

He nodded, and his tunic and pants vanished, replaced by those familiar fighting
leathers, the wings, the sword. My warrior—
Not my anything.
“Are you all right?” he said as he scooped me into his arms to fly us to another location.
I nestled into his warmth, savoring it. “The fact that it was so easy, that I felt so little,
upsets me more than the encounter itself.”
Perhaps that had been my problem all along. Why I hadn’t dared take that final step at
Starfall. I was guilty that I didn’t feel awful, not truly. Not for wanting him.
A few mighty flaps had us soaring up through the trees and sailing low over the forest,
rain slicing into my face.
“I knew things were bad,” Rhysand said with quiet rage, barely audible over the
freezing bite of the wind and rain, “but I thought Lucien, at least, would have stepped in.”
“I thought so, too,” I said, my voice smaller than I intended.
He squeezed me gently, and I blinked at him through the rain. For once, his eyes were
on me, not the landscape below. “You look good with wings,” he said, and kissed my
brow.
Even the rain stopped feeling so cold.