“Feyre,” I said. “I’m Feyre.” His breathing was jagged, uneven. I gripped the wrist that held my hand throat—held, but didn’t hurt.
“You were dreaming.”
“Feyre,” he said, his voice hoarse. As if he’d been screaming.
“How often does it happen?”
Rhys’s violet eyes met mine, and I knew the answer before he said, “As often as you.”
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#acotar #acomaf spoilersYour lips were dew-kissed rose petals, I couldn’t bear to disturb.
“You want to dance?” he rasped, his fingers curling around mine. I pointed with my chin toward the celebration below. “Down there - with them.” Where the music beckoned, where life beckoned. Where he should spend the night with his friends, and where I wanted to spend it with them, too. Even with the strangers in attendance. I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers - who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.
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