“He chuckled. “What about your firstborn?” A secret smile as he gestured with that small boy’s hand to himself. Rhys’s attention slid to me, surprise—surprise and something deeper, more tender—flickering on his face. “Not just any boy, then.” My cheeks heated. “No. Not just any boy.”” (...) “What does he look like?” The question was soft—tentative. I knew who he meant. I interlaced my fingers through Rhysand’s and squeezed tightly. “Let me show you.” And as we walked through the darkness, toward that distant, still-hidden light, I did.”

“Get back to Velaris, you mother hen. We’ll be fine.” Rhys leveled another uncharacteristically hard stare at him. “Remember who you put in here, Cassian.” Cassian just tucked in his wings, as if every muscle shifted toward battle. Steady and solid as the mountain we were about to climb.”

“Yes. If there are those, human or faerie, who need a safe place… this city will be open to them. Velaris has been closed off for so long—too long, perhaps. Adding new people, from different places, different histories and cultures… I do not see how that could be a bad thing. The transition might be more complex than we anticipate, but… yes. The gates to this city will be open for those who need its protection. To any who can make it here.”

“I’m sorry I snapped at you.” He lifted a dark brow. “Why in hell would you be? I insulted your sister; you defended her. You had every right to kick my ass for it.”

“And you are High Lady of the Night Court.” “Indeed she is.” My blood stopped at the voice that drawled from behind me. At the scent that hit me, awoke me. My friends began smiling. I turned. Rhysand leaned against the archway into the sitting room, arms crossed, wings nowhere to be seen, dressed in his usual immaculate black jacket and pants. And as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded… My face crumpled. A small, broken noise cracked from me.

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The Night Court: Deep velvet violet

The Spring Court: Bountiful luscious green

Nesta bowed her head. And said to me,  “That was why you painted stars on your drawer.”

The Autumn Court: Rich wooden earth