Book 3.1 of A Court of Thorns and Roses series.
The Winter Solstice. In a week. I was still new enough to being High Lady that I had no idea what my formal role was to be. If we’d have a High Priestess do some odious ceremony, as lanthe had done the year before.
A year. Gods, nearly a year since Rhys had called in his bargain, desperate to get me away from the poison of the Spring Court to save me from my despair. Had he been only a minute later, the Mother knew what would have happened. Where I’d now be. Snow swirled and eddied in the garden, catching in the brown fibers of the burlap covering the shrubs.
My mate who had worked so hard and so selflessly, all without hope that I would ever be with him We had both fought for that love, bled for it.
Rhys had died for it.
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