2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

Nothing.
“Just—be patient, Feyre,” Lucien tried, wincing as he followed after Tamlin. “Please.
I’ll see what I can do. I’ll try again.”
I barely heard him over the roar in my ears. Didn’t wait to see him pass the gates and
winnow, too.
He’d locked me in. He’d sealed me inside this house.
I hurtled for the nearest window in the foyer and shoved it open. A cool spring breeze
rushed in—and I shoved my hand through it—only for my fingers to bounce off an
invisible wall. Smooth, hard air pushed against my skin.
Breathing became difficult.
I was trapped.
I was trapped inside this house. I might as well have been Under the Mountain; I might
as well have been inside that cell again—
I backed away, my steps too light, too fast, and slammed into the oak table in the center
of the foyer. None of the nearby sentries came to investigate.
He’d trapped me in here; he’d locked me up.
I stopped seeing the marble floor, or the paintings on the walls, or the sweeping
staircase looming behind me. I stopped hearing the chirping of the spring birds, or the
sighing of the breeze through the curtains.
And then crushing black pounded down and rose up from beneath, devouring and
roaring and shredding.
It was all I could do to keep from screaming, to keep from shattering into ten thousand
pieces as I sank onto the marble floor, bowing over my knees, and wrapped my arms
around myself.
He’d trapped me; he’d trapped me; he’d trapped me—
I had to get out, because I’d barely escaped from another prison once before, and this
time, this time—
Winnowing. I could vanish into nothing but air and appear somewhere else, somewhere
open and free. I fumbled for my power, for anything, something that might show me the
way to do it, the way out. Nothing. There was nothing and I had become nothing, and I
couldn’t ever get out—
Someone was shouting my name from far away.
Alis—Alis.
But I was ensconced in a cocoon of darkness and fire and ice and wind, a cocoon that
melted the ring off my finger until the golden ore dripped away into the void, the emerald
tumbling after it. I wrapped that raging force around myself as if it could keep the walls
from crushing me entirely, and maybe, maybe buy me the tiniest sip of air—