Apr 2, 2018
A Court of Wings and Ruin ♛ S. J. Maas
╙ Elucien (x)
Elain only stared out the window, unaware—or uncaring. Lucien didn’t head for the stacks. He just went to the open doors. He paused right between them and said to me, to Nesta, “She needs fresh air.” “We’ll judge what she needs.”
I could have sworn his ruby hair gleamed like molten metal as his temper rose. But it faded, his russet eye fixing on me. “Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.”
