2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

“Because you were resurrected and reborn by the combined powers of the seven High
Lords. If I were you, I’d be curious to see if anything else transferred to me during that
process.”
My blood chilled. “Nothing else transferred to me.”
“It’d just be rather … interesting,” he smirked at the word, “if it did.”
“It didn’t, and I’m not going to learn to read or shield with you.”
“Why? From spite? I thought you and I got past that Under the Mountain.”
“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.”
Rhys went still.
As still as I’d ever seen him, as still as the death now beckoning in those eyes. Then his
chest began to move, faster and faster.
Across the pillars towering behind him, I could have sworn the shadow of great wings
spread.
He opened his mouth, leaning forward, and then stopped. Instantly, the shadows, the
ragged breathing, the intensity were gone, the lazy grin returning. “We have company.
We’ll discuss this later.”
“No, we won’t.” But quick, light footsteps sounded down the hall, and then she
appeared.
If Rhysand was the most beautiful male I’d ever seen, she was his female equivalent.
Her bright, golden hair was tied back in a casual braid, and the turquoise of her clothes
—fashioned like my own—offset her sun-kissed skin, making her practically glow in the
morning light.
“Hello, hello,” she chirped, her full lips parting in a dazzling smile as her rich brown
eyes fixed on me.
“Feyre,” Rhys said smoothly, “meet my cousin, Morrigan. Mor, meet the lovely,
charming, and open-minded Feyre.”
I debated splashing my tea in his face, but Mor strode toward me. Each step was
assured and steady, graceful, and … grounded. Merry but alert. Someone who didn’t need
weapons—or at least bother to sheath them at her side. “I’ve heard so much about you,”
she said, and I got to my feet, awkwardly jutting out my hand.
She ignored it and grabbed me into a bone-crushing hug. She smelled like citrus and
cinnamon. I tried to relax my taut muscles as she pulled away and grinned rather
fiendishly. “You look like you were getting under Rhys’s skin,” she said, strutting to her
seat between us. “Good thing I came along. Though I’d enjoy seeing Rhys’s balls nailed to
the wall.”
Rhys slid incredulous eyes at her, his brows lifting.
I hid the smile that tugged on my lips. “It’s—nice to meet you.”