2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

to him, the words the only sounds in the silent, dark city, “We deserve each other. And we
deserve to be happy.”
Rhys shuddered against me. And when his lips found mine, I let him lay me down upon
the roof tiles and make love to me under the stars.
Amren cracked the code the next afternoon. The news was not good.
“To nullify the Cauldron’s power,” she said by way of greeting as we crowded around
the dining table in the town house, having rushed in from the repairs we’d all been making
on very little sleep, “you must touch the Cauldron—and speak these words.” She had
written them all down for me on a piece of paper.
“You know this for certain?” Rhys said. He was still bleak-eyed from the attack, from
healing and helping his people all day.
Amren hissed. “I’m trying not to be insulted, Rhysand.”
Mor elbowed her way between them, staring at the two assembled pieces of the Book of
Breathings. “What happens if we put both halves together?”
“Don’t put them together,” Amren simply said.
With either piece laid out, their voices blended and sang and hissed—evil and good and
madness; dark and light and chaos.
“You put the pieces together,” she clarified when Rhys gave her a questioning look,
“and the blast of power will be felt in every corner and hole in the earth. You won’t just
attract the King of Hybern. You’ll draw enemies far older and more wretched. Things that
have long been asleep—and should remain so.”
I cringed a bit. Rhys put a hand on my back.
“Then we move in now,” Cassian said. His face had healed, but he limped a bit from an
injury I couldn’t see beneath his fighting leathers. He jerked his chin to Rhys. “Since you
can’t winnow without being tracked, Mor and Az will winnow us all in, Feyre breaks the
Cauldron, and we get out. We’ll be there and gone before anyone notices and the King of
Hybern will have a new piece of cookware.”
I swallowed. “It could be anywhere in his castle.”
“We know where it is,” Cassian countered.
I blinked. Azriel said to me, “We’ve been able to narrow it down to the lower levels.”
Through his spying, their planning for this trip all these months. “Every inch of the castle
and surrounding lands is heavily guarded, but not impossible to get through. We’ve
worked out the timing of it—for a small group of us to get in and out, quick and silent, and
be gone before they know what’s happening.”
Mor said to him, “But the King of Hybern could notice Rhys’s presence the moment he
arrives. And if Feyre needs time to nullify the Cauldron, and we don’t know how much
time, that’s a risky variable.”