It's Kind Of Fun To Do The Impossible

Goodbye, fireflies.

“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.

The rest of the riders living off the daily drama:

-end of chapter 24

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