To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.
And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.
I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.
I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.
So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.
