Feyre He was waiting for me an hour and a half later. As the last of the children flitted out,

Feyre The city bells chimed eleven in the morning. A month later, Ressina and I stood near the front door,

Rhysand The girls were in the training ring. Only six of them, and none looking too pleased, but they were

Feyre Two days later, I stood in the doorway of Polina’s abandoned studio. Gone were the boarded-up windows, the drooping