I will kill anyone who harms you," Rhys snarled. "I will kill them, and take a damn long time doing it.' He panted. "Go ahead and hate me-- despise me for it.

He drained his glass. "I made a mistake."
"It's not the end of the world if you do that every now and then.

I sipped from my wine. "And if he had grabbed me?"

There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. "Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.

There you are. I've been looking for you.

His first words to me— not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.

Thank you for finding her for me.

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.