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“Don't let the hard days win”
― Sarah J Maas

“Cassian.'

Rhys's voice was a thing of nightmares, of the darkness between the stars.

Cassian froze at that voice he'd so rarely heard, and never once directed at himself. 'What happened?'

Rhys's face was wholly calm. But death- black, raging death- lay in his eyes. Not a star or shimmer of violet remained.

Rhys said in that voice that was like hell embodied, 'Nesta saw fit to inform Feyre of the risk to her and the babe.'

Cassian's heart began thundering, even as it splintered.

Rhys held his state, and it was all Cassian could do to weather it as his brother, his High Lord said, 'Get Nesta out of this city. Right now.' Rhys's power rumbled in the room like a rising storm. 'Before I fucking kill her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I took it upon myself to add your presents to the communal trove.'

I lifted my brows. 'Everyone gave you their gifts?'

'He's the only one who can be trusted not to snoop,' Mor explained.

I looked toward Azriel.

'Even him,' Amren said.

Azriel gave me a guilty cringe. 'Spymaster, remember?'

'We started doing it two centuries ago,' Mor went on. 'After Rhys caught Amren literally shaking a box to figure out what was inside.'

Amren clicked her tongue as I laughed. 'What they didn't see was Cassian down here ten minutes earlier, sniffing each box.'

Cassian threw her a lazy smile. 'I wasn't the one who got caught.'

I turned to Rhys. 'And somehow you're the most trustworthy one?'

Rhys looked outright offended. 'I am a High Lord, Feyre darling. Unwavering honour is built into my bones.'

Mor and I snorted.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Pick on someone your own size, 'Cassian said to Amren, shoveling roast chicken into his mouth.

'I'd feel bad for the mice,' Azriel muttered.

Mor and Cassian howled...”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight