Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. “And if I had not met my mate…” His words failed him as silver lined his eyes. He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundrend more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have… The wait was worth it. He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. “I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to… so I could find you.” He kissed another tear away.
“So I said, “He is lucky to have all of you.” “No,” she said softly—more gently than I’d ever heard. “We are lucky to have him, Feyre.” I turned from the door. “I have known many High Lord,” Amren continued, studying her paper. “Cruel ones, cunning ones, weak ones, powerful ones. But never one that dreamed. Not as he does.” “Dreams of what?” I breathed. “Of peace. Of freedom. Of a world united, a world thriving, Of something better—for all of us.”
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