2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

“He’ll live,” I said. She didn’t ask any other questions. And I wasn’t feeling generous
enough to supply further information. We reached the door to the cabin, which she
unlocked with a wave of her hand.
A main, wood-paneled room consisting of a kitchen to the right, a living area with a
leather sofa covered in furs to the left; a small hall in the back that led to two bedrooms
and a shared bathing room, and nothing else.
“We got sent up here for ‘reflection’ when we were younger,” Mor said. “Rhys used to
smuggle in books and booze for me.”
I cringed at the sound of his name. “It’s perfect,” I said tightly. Mor waved a hand, and
a fire sprang to life in the hearth, heat flooding the room. Food landed on the counters of
the kitchen, and something in the pipes groaned. “No need for firewood,” she said. “It’ll
burn until you leave.” She lifted a brow as if to ask when that would be.
I looked away. “Please don’t tell him where I am.”
“He’ll try to find you.”
“Tell him I don’t want to be found. Not for a while.”
Mor bit her lip. “It’s not my business—”
“Then don’t say anything.”
She did, anyway. “He wanted to tell you. And it killed him not to. But … I’ve never
seen him so happy as he is when he’s with you. And I don’t think that has anything to do
with you being his mate.”
“I don’t care.” She fell silent, and I could feel the words she wanted to say building up.
So I said, “Thank you for bringing me here.” A polite dismissal.
Mor bowed her head. “I’ll check back in three days. There are clothes in the bedrooms,
and all the hot water you want. The house is spelled to take care of you—merely wish or
speak for things, and it’ll be done.”
I only wanted solitude and quiet, but … a hot bath sounded like a nice way to start.
She left the cottage before I could say anything else.
Alone, no one around for miles, I stood in the silent cabin and stared at nothing.