If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate.
Sarah J. Maas
Say it, I gritted out.The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.
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.
So I’m your huntress and thief? His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, You are my salvation, Feyre.
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