"So is this what you do with your lives? Spare humans from the Treaty and have fine meals?" I gave a pointed glance toward Tamlin's baldric, the warrior's clothes, Lucien's sword. Lucien smirked. "We also dance with the spirits under the full moon and snatch human babes from their cradles to replace them with changelings-"
"I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I'd practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin's gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous.
"I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me." Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always."
His throat bobbled. His kiss that time was deep and thorough, unhurried and intent. I let the dawn creep inside me, let it grow with each movement of his lips and brush of his tongue against mine. Tears pricked beneath my closed eyes. It was the happiest moment of my life.
I looked ahead, toward that laugh, that light--and that vision of the future Feyre had shown me, more beautiful than anything I could have ever wished for--anything I had wished for, on those long-ago, solitary nights with only the stars for company. A dream still unanswered--but not forever.