Tw: this book will deal with triggering topics. If you are easily triggered this is not the story for you, thank you.
(Book two in the Starlight series)
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Danika Archeron had been through hell.
Forced to go back to Spring C...
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"Don't reveal too much. Let them assume. Let them wonder."
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THIS WAS a new form of hell. Some level of nightmare I had encountered once before. The day Feyre had died.
There they were—in their nightgowns, the silk lace dirty and torn.
Elain was quietly sobbing, the gag soaked with her tears. Nesta, hair disheveled as though she'd fought like a wild cat, was panting as she took us in. Took in the Cauldron.
"You made a very big mistake," The king said to Rhysand, as I walked to my mate. His arms banding around me the second I neared. Pulling my close, and I saw his eyes flicker with rage as he took in the now-blooming bruise on my cheek. "The day you went after the Book. I had no need of it. I was content to let it lie hidden. But the moment your forces started sniffing around...I decided who better than to be my liaison to the human realm than my newly reborn friend, Jurian? He'd just finished all those months of recovering from the process, and longed to see what his former home had become, so he was more than happy to visit the continent for an extended visit."
Indeed the queens smiled at him—bowed their heads. Rhys's arms tightened in silent warning.
"The brave, cunning Jurian, who suffered so badly at the end of War—now my ally. Here to help me convince these queens to aid my cause. For a price of his own, of course, but it has no bearing here. And wiser to work with me, my men, then to allow you monsters in the Night Court to rule and attack. Jurian was right to warn their Majesties that you'd try to take the Book—that you would feed them lies of love and goodness, when he had seen what the High Lord of the Night Court was capable of. The hero of the human forces, reborn as a gesture to the human world of my good faith. I do not wish to invade their continent—but to work with them. My powers ensconced their court from prying eyes, just to show them the benefits." A smirk at Azriel, who could hardly lift his head to snarl back. "Such impressive attempts to infiltrate their sacred palace, Shadowsinger—and utter proof to their Majesties, of course, that your court is not as benevolent as they seem."
