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"Your wings were shredded You were barely alive" For that was guilt--ravaging and poisonous--in each of Cassian’s words What the others had been fighting against in the loft "You were in no position to save anyone"

"I made her a promise" The wind ruffled Cassian’s hair as he squinted at the sky "And when itto craard her, reaching for her even in the semi-unconscious state the pain and blood loss had thrown hi those lastbeats separated us fro veranda, but I asked, "Why do you bother, Cassian?"

His hazel eyes shuttered as we sht he wouldn’t answer, especially not as we heard the others already in the dining rooracefully landed beside us and strode in ahead with a wink

But Cassian said quietly as we headed for the dining room, "Because I can’t stay away"

Elain, not surprisingly, didn’t leave her rooly, did

It wasn’t a for near the s and watching the sun set over Velaris, earing a fine green jacket e off h that the chandeliers of faelight reflected off theht, with his hair tied back and jacket buttoned to his neck, he truly looked the part of a High Lord’s son Handsoant

I aimed for hi in decanters on the ancient wood table, keenly aware that while my friends chatted, they kept one eye on us Lucien ran his one eye over me--my casual attire, then the Illyrians in their leathers, and Aown, and said, "What is the dress code?"

I shrugged, passing hiht over "It’s … whatever we feel like"

That gold eye clicked and narrowed, then returned to the city ahead

"What did you do with yourself this afternoon?"

"Slept," he said "Washed Sat on ive you a tour of the city to," I offered "If you like"

Neverto plan for A wall to heal A war to fight I could set aside half a day Show him why this place had become my ho hts, Lucien said, "You don’t need to waste your tiet that ere not what you wanted Or needed How small and isolated our home must have been for you, once you saw this" He jerked his chin toward the city, where lights were now sparking into view aht "Who could compare?"

I alue

His focus shifted behind me before he replied--and Lucien shut his lance, and tried not to tense as Nesta stepped into the rooood word for how lovely she’d becoown that clung to her curves before falling gracefully to the ground in a spill of fabric …