2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

“I’m still trying to figure out how you all work together.”
A snort, that wariness gone. I tried not to look too relieved. “We have five centuries of
tangled history for you to sort through. Good luck.”
Indeed. I finished her eyes—honey brown to Amren’s quicksilver. But almost in
answer, Mor declared, “Paint Azriel’s. Next to mine. And Cassian’s next to Amren’s.”
I lifted my brows.
Mor gave me an innocent smile. “So we can all watch over you.”
I just shook my head and hopped off the stool to start figuring out how to paint hazel
eyes.
Mor said quietly, “Is it so bad—to be his mate? To be a part of our court, our family,
tangled history and all?”
I blended the paint in the small dish, the colors swirling together like so many entwined
lives. “No,” I breathed. “No, it’s not.”
And I had my answer.