Chapter 54 of ACOMAF needs to come with a warning
“After a decade, I stopped expecting to see my friends or my people again. I forgot what their faces looked like. And I stopped hoping.”
“Those dreams-the flashes of that person, that woman … I treasured them. They were a reminder that there was some peace out there in the world, some light.”
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
His first words to me-not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.
“Thank you for finding her for me.”
“And then-then I learned your name. Hearing you say it … it was like an answer to a question I’d been asking for five hundred years.”
“But then she snapped your neck.”
Tears rolled down his face.
“And I felt you die,” he whispered.
“But I grabbed that bond between us and I tugged, I willed you to hold on, to stay with me…”
Home had been at the end of that bond, I’d told the Bone Carver. Not Tamlin, not the Spring Court, but … Rhysand.
“And for three months … for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me…I felt your pain, and sadness, and loneliness…I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me.”
“I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”
“You love me?”
Rhys nodded.
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.