2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

Tamlin snarled, “Let us finish the ceremony—”
“Your High Priestess,” Rhys said, “seems to think it’s over, too.”
Tamlin stiffened as he looked over a shoulder to find the altar empty. When he faced us
again, the claws had eased halfway back into his hands. “Rhysand—”
“I’m in no mood to bargain,” Rhys said, “even though I could work it to my advantage,
I’m sure.” I jolted at the caress of his hand on my elbow. “Let’s go.”
I didn’t move.
“Tamlin,” I breathed.
Tamlin took a single step toward me, his golden face turning sallow, but remained
focused on Rhys. “Name your price.”
“Don’t bother,” Rhys crooned, linking elbows with me. Every spot of contact was
abhorrent, unbearable.
He’d take me back to the Night Court, the place Amarantha had supposedly modeled
Under the Mountain after, full of depravity and torture and death—
“Tamlin, please.”
“Such dramatics,” Rhysand said, tugging me closer.
But Tamlin didn’t move—and those claws were wholly replaced by smooth skin. He
fixed his gaze on Rhys, his lips pulling back in a snarl. “If you hurt her—”
“I know, I know,” Rhysand drawled. “I’ll return her in a week.”
No—no, Tamlin couldn’t be making those kinds of threats, not when they meant he was
letting me go. Even Lucien was gaping at Tamlin, his face white with fury and shock.
Rhys released my elbow only to slip a hand around my waist, pressing me into his side
as he whispered in my ear, “Hold on.”
Then darkness roared, a wind tearing me this way and that, the ground falling away
beneath me, the world gone around me. Only Rhys remained, and I hated him as I clung to
him, I hated him with my entire heart—
Then the darkness vanished.
I smelled jasmine first—then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars
of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains.
“Welcome to the Night Court,” was all Rhys said.
It was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen.
Whatever building we were in had been perched atop one of the gray-stoned mountains.
The hall around us was open to the elements, no windows to be found, just towering
pillars and gossamer curtains, swaying in that jasmine-scented breeze.