A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Because,” he went on, his eyes locked with mine, “I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”

let the sounds of the snow crunching underfoot drive out my father’s words as I followed the beast to the night-shrouded woods.

His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled

“Love won’t feed a hungry belly,”

a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond

“My father once told me that I should let my sisters imagine a better life—a better world. And I told him that there was no such thing.” I ran my thumb over his mouth, marveling, and shook my head. “I never understood—because I couldn’t … couldn’t believe that it was even possible.” I swallowed, lower

Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me

I didn’t know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night

powerful, slow thrust that had me splintering around him.
We moved

distance between me and escape. This beast was not a man, not a lesser faerie. He was one of the High Fae, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless.
He was young—or at least what I could see of his face seemed young. His nose, cheeks, and brows were covered by an exquisite golden mask embedded with emeralds shaped like whorls of leaves. Some absurd High Fae fashion, no doubt. It left only his eyes—looking the same as they had in his beast form, strong jaw, and mouth for me to see, and the latter tightened into a thin line.