“Rhys stepped up to my side. 'As High Lady, Feyre is no longer my emissary to the human world.' He gave Nesta a tentative smile. 'Want the job?' Nesta's face yielded nothing, but I could have sworn some spark flared. 'Consider this meeting a trial basis. And I'll make you pay through the teeth for my services.' Rhys sketched a… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“...no one touched the food- the power and wealth lying in letting it go to waste.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?" "You could try rubbing it on certain body… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
