A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Because,” he went on, his eyes locked with mine, “I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”

let the sounds of the snow crunching underfoot drive out my father’s words as I followed the beast to the night-shrouded woods.

His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled

“Love won’t feed a hungry belly,”

a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond

“My father once told me that I should let my sisters imagine a better life—a better world. And I told him that there was no such thing.” I ran my thumb over his mouth, marveling, and shook my head. “I never understood—because I couldn’t … couldn’t believe that it was even possible.” I swallowed, lower

Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me

I didn’t know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night

I looked at my sister, really looked at her, at this woman who couldn’t stomach the sycophants who now surrounded her, who had never spent a day in the forest but had gone into wolf territory … Who had shrouded the loss of our mother, then our downfall, in icy rage and bitterness, because the anger had been a lifeline, the cruelty a release. But she had cared—beneath it, she had cared, and perhaps loved more fiercely than I could comprehend, more deeply and loyally. “Tomas never deserved you anyway,” I said softly.

And though I knew that the promise I had once made to my mother was fulfilled—though I knew that I truly was free of it, and that my family was forever cared for … that growing, lengthening shadow blanketed my heart.