Eluciey

Morning light with wisteria.

Azriel scowled “I think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him anyway.”

Dark fire simmered in Mor’s eyes, “I knew plenty of people like you once. You never deserve the benefit of the doubt that good people like him give you.”

Tamlin snarled at him. “I don’t give a shit if she’s your mate. I don’t give a shit if you think you’re entitled to her. She is mine-and one day, I am going to repay every bit of pain she felt, every bit of suffering and despair. One day, perhaps when she decides she wants to end you, I’ll be happy to oblige her.

Let’s see how Feyre and Cassian felt about their mates despite others saying they weren’t deserving…

“I don’t deserve you.” My heart strained. He meant it-truly felt that way. I stroked his hair again. And I said to him, the words the only sound in this silent. dark city. “We deserve each other, and we deserve to be happy.”

“You are good, Cassian. And you are brave, and brilliant. And kind. I could kill anyone who has ever made you feel less than that- less than what you are. And I know I’m part of that group, and I hate it. You are everything I have never been, and will never be good enough for. Your friends know it l, and I have carried it around with me all this time-that I do not deserve you.” The fury slid from his face. “I didn’t deserve you before the war, or afterward, and I certainly don’t now. Why do you think I shoved you away? Why do you think I wouldn’t speak to you? After my father died, after I failed in so many ways-denying myself of you it was my punishment. Don’t you understand that? From the moment I met you, I wanted you more than reason. From the moment I saw you in my house, you were all I could think about. And it terrified me. No one has ever held such power over me. And I am still terrified that if I let myself have you….it will be taken away. Someone will take it away, and if you’re dead…it doesn’t matter. I do not deserve you and I never, ever will.” Cassian stood before her. Tears streaming down his beautiful, perfect face….He opened his mouth and tried to speak. Had to swallow and try again. Nesta saw all the words in his eyes though. The same ones that lay within her own. So he stopped trying to speak, and closed the distance between them….. “You’re not going to marry Eris.” “No.” “There will be no one else. For either of us.” “Yes.” “Ever.” “Ever.” She swore.