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.

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.

But I forgot to tell him,” I said quietly, opening the door, “that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.”
“Oh?”
I shrugged. “He was the one who let me out.”.

To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.

I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.
And I was not a mouse.
I was a wolf.

No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.