2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

CHAPTER
51
We slammed into freezing mud right outside the little stone house.
I think he’d meant to winnow us into it, but his powers had given out. Across the yard, I
spied Cassian—and Mor—at the window of the house, eating breakfast. Their eyes went
wide, and then they were rushing for the door.
“Feyre,” Rhys groaned, bare arms buckling as he tried to rise.
I left him lying in the mud and stormed toward the house.
The door flung open, and Cassian and Mor were sprinting for us, scanning every inch of
our bodies. Cassian realized I was in one piece and hurtled for Rhys, who was struggling
to rise, mud covering his bare skin, but Mor—Mor saw my face.
I went up to her, cold and hollow. “I want you to take me somewhere far away,” I said.
“Right now.” I needed to get away—needed to think, to have space and quiet and calm.
Mor looked between us, biting her lip.
“Please,” I said, and my voice broke on the word.
Behind me, Rhys moaned my name again.
Mor scanned my face once more, and gripped my hand.
We vanished into wind and night.
Brightness assaulted me, and I gobbled up my surroundings: mountains and snow all
around, fresh and gleaming in the midday light, so clean against the dirt on me.
We were high up on the peaks, and about a hundred yards away, a log cabin stood
tucked between two upper fangs of the mountains, shielding it from the wind. The house
was dark—there was nothing around it for as far as I could see.
“The house is warded, so no one can winnow in. No one can get beyond this point,
actually, without our family’s permission.” Mor stepped ahead, snow crunching under her
boots. Without the wind, the day was mild enough to remind me that spring had dawned in
the world, though I’d bet it would be freezing once the sun vanished. I trailed after her,
something zinging against my skin. “You’re—allowed in,” Mor said.
“Because I’m his mate?”
She kept wading through the knee-high snow. “Did you guess, or did he tell you?”
“The Suriel told me. After I went to hunt it for information on how to heal him.”
She swore. “Is he—is he all right?”