𝐂 𝐎 𝐒 𝐌 𝐈 𝐂 𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄 !
𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙿 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁 𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝚈 𝙾 𝙽 𝙴 !
( 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱 ! )
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃.
Ana found herself in another cavern⎯smaller than the throne room, but large enough to perhaps be some sort of old entertaining space. It had no decorations, save for its gilded walls, and no furniture; the queen herself only sat on a carved wooden chair, Tamlin standing beside her.
Ana stood beside Rhys once more, the two of them within the rest of the crowd, lucky enough to be at the edge to see everything that occurred. Though, Ana wouldn't consider herself lucky. Especially as Feyre was led into the room by the Attor.
"Well, Feyre, your second trial has come." Amarantha sounded so smug⎯so certain that Feyre's death hovered nearby. She crossed her arms and propped her chin on a hand. "Have you solved my riddle yet?"
Feyre made no move to speak.
"Too bad," she said with moue. "But I'm feeling generous tonight." The Attor chuckled, and several faeries behind Feyre gave hissing laughs of their own. "How about a little practice?"
Ana stiffened. Now she knew why Amarantha had been so smug. This task wasn't about the physical challenges, but the mental. Fuck.
"Begin," Amarantha snapped.
The ground shuddered. The floor beneath Feyre began sinking, lowering her into a large, rectangular pit. Some faeries cackled, but Ana remained silent as she kept her eyes on Feyre, who was looking at Tamlin. Every muscle in her body was tensed in anticipation and worry, and even Rhys's presence behind her wasn't enough to make her calm down.
Three of the walls were made of smooth, shining stone⎯too polished and flat for Feyre to climb. The other wall wasn't a wall, but an iron gate splitting the chamber in two, and through it⎯
"Lucien," Feyre said.
Indeed, Lucien lay chained to the center of the floor on the other side of the chamber, his remaining russet eye so wide that it was surrounded with white. The metal one spun as if it was set wild. His scar shone against his pale skin. Amarantha was playing dirty.
There were no doors, no way for Feyre to reach him except to climb the gate between them. It had such thick, wide holes that she could probably climb and slip through to his side, but she didn't dare move.
The faeries began murmuring, and gold clinked. In the crowd, red hair gleamed⎯four heads of red hair⎯and Ana grew even more stiff. She knew his brothers were waiting with bated breath for Lucien to finally meet his end. The rest of the Autumn Court family remained hidden, no sight of its High Lord or Lady.
Amarantha gestured with an elegant hand to the wall by her feet.
"Here, Feyre darling, you shall find you task. Simply answer the question by selecting the correct lever, and you'll win. Select the wrong one to your doom. As there are only three options, I think I gave you an unfair advantage." She snapped her fingers, and something metallic groaned. "That is," she added, "if you can solve the puzzle in time."
Not too high above, the two giant, spike-encrusted grates that Ana had believed to be chandeliers began lowering, slowly descending toward the chamber⎯
Ana's heart stopped. They'd both be killed if Feyre didn't pick the correct answer. And as if being crushed to death wasn't bad, the spikes were glowing red, heat rippling from them and stinging the air.
This would not be a clean death.
Feyre turned to the wall that held the riddle and approached it.
Ana prayed to the angels, the Mother, the Cauldron, and whoever would listen, that her lessons with Feyre were enough to help her read the riddle and get the answer correct. They had to be, or else both would die, and the fate of Prythian would be on Ana's shoulders. And Ana wasn't sure she would be alive long enough to save it once Amarantha had total control over her.
The spiked grate was still descending, now level with Amarantha's head, and would soon shut off any chance Feyre stood of getting out of the pit.
"Something wrong?" Amarantha raised an eyebrow. She was taunting Feyre. No one had told her that the mortal knew nothing of how to read, and yet Fate had made this her test. Oh, how Ana wanted to scream.
The chains Lucien wore rattled and strained. He cursed as he fought against them for freedom, but it was a useless waste of strength.
The grate passed the lip of the pit, filling it entirely. Ana could only see Feyre through the holes in the grate. The girl was sweating with nerves and heat, and all Ana wanted to do was jump into the pit and help. But she couldn't.
No, no, no, no. Raziel, you bitch, if you're listening, help. Ana barely prayed to the angel, but she hoped he'd answer her still.
"Answer it!" Lucien shouted, his voice hitched.
The metal groaned as it scraped against the smooth stone of the chamber, and the faeries' whispers grew more frenzied. Eris chuckled within the crowd, and Ana had to fight back her power roiling within her veins.
"Feyre!" Lucien cried, panting as he stared at the ever-lowering spikes. The gleeful faces of the High Fae and lesser faeries sneered at them through the grate. Feyre's eyes were flickering over the inscription, and Ana continued to pray to whoever would listen. Her lips moved silently as her mind reeled. Please, please, please. "Just pick one!"
The brothers of the Autumn faerie laughed louder than the rest. Ana watched as Feyre reached for the second lever, then paused. She reached again, but paused once more. She reached for the first lever and had the same reaction. Then, she reached for the third, her hand clamping down on it. Yet, she hesitated, and Ana wondered why.
"Feyre, please!" Lucien moaned.
Feyre pulled the lever, and Ana let out a sigh of relief.
The spikes stopped their descent, groaned, then began lifting. Ana could have cried⎯she was sure she was crying.
Lucien was offering up a prayer as he kissed the ground. The floor began to rise, and Ana saw Feyre's knees wobble.
Her heart ached. Feyre's little knowledge of how to read had almost killed herself and Lucien. She somehow managed to remain standing, steeling her emotions as best she could. Ana felt that familiar surge of pride for her friend, but it was dampened by the pain in Feyre's eyes.
Amarantha's face was drawn and white, her black eyes like onyx as she beheld Feyre. Ana watched as Feyre met Amarantha's gaze and held it for a count of ten. Then, with a simple look from Amarantha, she was led away by the guards.
Once Feyre was out of sight, Amarantha turned her cold gaze to Ana. She lifted a finger and pointed, and Ana knew what to expect.
Feyre hadn't died. Amarantha was furious. So, she would take her anger out on someone else. And that someone else just so happened to be Ana.
Wonderful.
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"You need to hold it steady."
Ana let her arms fall as she slumped against the wall of her cell. Magnus sat before her, his cat eyes shining in the darkness. This was his third visit since Ana had been brought Under the Mountain, meaning it was her third magic lesson from him. Now that they knew she could both heal and harm, they were taking her training more seriously. No one wanted to imagine what she was capable of without the damper on her power. Not even Ana wanted to.
Currently, they were working on summoning and holding her power. She could summon with ease⎯sometimes without even thinking⎯but she struggled with holding it still and controlling it. Her power was just like she was⎯free-spirited and curious. Or, at least, how she used to be. It wanted to go wherever it pleased and be allowed freedom whenever it wished. Ana had to be able to control it before she could properly use it to her advantage.
The healing magic had been easy. According to Magnus, all healing spells were relatively easy. It just took willpower and focus, and that was it. But more powerful magic took time and effort and control. Which happened to be the three things Ana lacked at the moment. No time, no strength to have effort, and no control over anything.
"Magnus, I'm trying." She really was. But everything hurt, and it was hard to concentrate on using her magic when all she wanted to do was sleep. "It just doesn't want to listen."
"Sounds like someone I know." He gave her a look, and Ana rolled her eyes with a smile. "Controlling spirited magic is hard, I know. And we don't have much time, I know that, too. But two worlds are counting on you, Ana, and I believe you have what it takes to master your abilities. I mean, you mastered those of a Shadowhunter relatively quickly. Who's to say you can't do this as well?"
Ana glared at her hands. "When I was training to be a Shadowhunter, I wasn't locked in a cell being tortured every night." She sighed. "But, I guess you're right."
"I'm always right." Magnus clapped his hands. "Now, do it again. Focus on the power in your veins, and mold it to your will. It is your power. You control it, not the other way around. Don't let it get out of hand. Command it, like you would an army. Stern and brave and confident."
She felt the tug of her power⎯saw the glow through her closed eyes⎯and felt a spark of hope. Which was immediately snuffed out as the power slipped through her fingers and faded into nothing. She groaned and opened her eyes. "It's useless to even try. And I know what you're going to say. How you know what I'm going through . . . what it's like to struggle with control⎯"
"Actually, I was going to tell you that I don't know what you're going through." Ana blinked at him, stunned. "I don't know what it's like to have power suddenly thrust into my hands at an older age, completely foreign to the concept of the constant thrum in my veins. I don't know what it's like to be expected to have full control after only knowing about said power for a month at most. But despite all that, I know that you can do it. I know you can push through those barriers and fight for control. You've done it once, against something far more dangerous and spirited. You can do it again."
He was right. She'd fought for control against Viktor and won. She'd fought for control against Asmodeus, and walked away victorious. Both had been pains in her ass, and her power was nothing compared to them. If she could beat them, she could beat this.
With a new sense of determination rushing through her, she held her hands out once more and closed her eyes.
Ana allowed herself to focus on her surroundings⎯the smooth stone wall chilling her back, the dirty floor covered in chipped rocks and hay, the cold air of the mountain that brought goosebumps to her skin. She allowed all of it to ground her, to keep her steady, before finally reaching inside of her.
Lithe fingers curled around a small portion of the power within and slowly began to pull it away⎯toward Ana's awaiting hands. She felt her power surge through her veins, fast and quick like lightning. It brought a fiery warmth to her body that countered the chill, giving her the feeling of sitting before a fire on a cool fall evening.
Ana focused on the rush of magic, commanding it toward her hands⎯specifically the centers of her palms. Then, she moved her attention to the roiling collection of magic inside of her, fighting to follow the rest toward freedom. But she didn't let it. She put all of her will into demanding that it stay put⎯it stay within her and stop fighting toward freedom. And to her surprise, it listened.
She turned her focus back to the magic surging toward her palms. Concentrate around the palm. Slowly sift into the air. Join the other magic and bring yourselves together in a tight ball.
The glow came first, light and orange beneath her skin. Then, slowly, she felt the energetic tendrils of power begin to weave between her fingers, ticking the skin with soft kisses. Ana flexed her wrists and curled her fingers inward, giving the magic a focus point.
Next came the overbearing warmth. The comforting burning sensation that always left her craving more. It filled her hands to the fingertips, then rushed through her veins until she felt as though she'd just chugged a mug of freshly made hot cocoa.
"Open your eyes."
She did.
In her hands was a ball of golden light, moving and shifting as though alive. It illuminated the entire cell, allowing Ana to see the pride gleaming in Magnus's eyes.
"Whoa." It was all she could manage as she took it all in.
Magnus chuckled. "Now, send it back."
Ana pursed her lips in concentration. She brought her hands together, palms pressing flat against one another, and felt her magic seep back inside of her. The warmth and glow faded as the power joined the rest, leaving her once again swathed in darkness.
As soon as she lowered her arms, she felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. It hit her like a brick, sending her sagging against the wall. "Whoa."
"Yeah, concentrated magic will do that to you." Magnus pat her on the shoulder with a smile. "Get some rest. I don't know when I'll be able to visit again, but keep practicing. I believe in you."
She only managed a tired smile, her eyes drifting shut as she finally allowed herself to slip into a rather beautiful dream.
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The last people Ana had expected to run into while working the halls of the mountain court were twin sisters, one of which Ana had met before. They were identical from their figure to the shadows that seemed to writhe around them, to the smiles they wore at the sight of her.
"My Lady," they said in unison, bowing their heads.
Ana blinked. "Um . . . my ladies?" She bowed her head in the same respect, the twins giggling. "Did a certain someone send you or . . . ?"
They shook their heads. The one that had visited her previously spoke, "No. We like to wander the halls sometimes. Listen to the court." Spy on the members closest to Amarantha, is what they left out. The woman glanced at the bucket of suds in Ana's hands. "She has you cleaning right before a festive night?"
Ana hummed. "She had me cleaning. Though I've just finished. I was just returning the bucket before I had to⎯"
She stopped, a sudden sound setting her on high alert. The twins seemed to notice it as well. Quickly, they grabbed ahold of her by her shoulders and led her to an alcove, a tapestry falling over her to cover her from view. Ana said nothing. Instead, she set the bucket down and pressed her ear to the crack between the tapestry and the wall.
It was clear what creature lurked the halls. The swish of a tail dragging over stone was confirmation enough for Ana. The Attor came to a stop before the tapestry, another shadow pausing before it.
"Yes," the Attor was saying, "good. She'll be most pleased to hear that they're ready at last."
"But will the High Lords contribute their forces?" a guttural voice replied. It sounded a lot like a pig, if Ana were being honest.
"The High Lords will do as she tells them," the Attor gloated, and its tail slithered and slashed across the floor.
"I heard talk from soldiers in Hybern that the High King is not pleased regarding this situation with the girl. Amarantha made a fool's bargain. She cost him the War the last time because of her madness with Jurian; if she turns her back on him again, he will not be so willing to forgive her. Stealing his spells and taking a territory for her own is one thing. Failure to aid in his cause a second time is another."
So Amarantha was not backed by the King of Hybern as much as she made it seem. Ana knew Amarantha had stolen the spells from Hybern and had previously been the best general the kingdom had, but to think that she was one of the main reasons the war fell in Prythian's favor . . .
Ana knew she was right to consider Amarantha as petty. By the Angel, she was the pettiest person Ana had ever met at this point. Even the Seelie Queen didn't let pettiness throw off her ability to strategize.
There was a loud hiss, and Ana stiffened as the Attor snapped its jaws at its companion. "Milady makes no bargains that are not advantageous to her. She lets them claw at hope⎯but once it is shattered, they are her beautifully broken minions."
Ana wondered why they were having such a conversation out in the open like this. One would think the mountain to be filled with spies. But maybe they believed in Amarantha so much that they didn't fear someone overthrowing them and ruining nearly fifty years of pain and suffering.
"You had better hope so," the guttural voice replied.
The Attor hissed. "And you had better hold your tongue or Milady will do so for you⎯and her pincers are not kind."
The other creature snorted that pig noise. "I am here on a condition of immunity from the king. If your lady thinks she's above the king because she rules this wretched land, she'll soon remember who can strip her powers away⎯without spells and poisons."
The Attor didn't reply. After a moment of silence, their shadows disappeared along with their footsteps. Ana waited a count of ten before slipping soundlessly from the alcove, finding the twins doing the same from the opposite wall.
"Get to Rhys with this information," she said, her voice quiet and rushed. "I have to go prepare for this cursed party."
The twins nodded. "Yes, my Lady."
Ana wasn't given time to question their phrasing as they disappeared into the shadows, leaving her alone in the hall, her mind racing relentlessly. With a shake of her head, she continued toward the familiar room to begin dressing for the party. This would be the last one she'd have to go through⎯the last one before Feyre's final trial and the hopeful freedom of Prythian.
And to say it was a party like any other . . . well, Ana wasn't sure that it was. Sure, faeries drank and lounged and danced, all laughing and singing and touching, but there was a sort of heaviness in the air. An anticipation that Ana could almost taste as she wove through the crowds to reach Amarantha's dais. Time for her final round of torture.
Another reason why this party was unlike any other would be because of Feyre's attendance. She was dressed like the other faeries in the throne room⎯glamorously and exotically. Ana had to admit that Feyre could pull off a scandalous dress rather well, and she would happily admit that to anyone who asked.
"God, Feyre, making me question my sexuality . . . again," Ana muttered to herself. It wouldn't be the first time Ana wondered if she preferred females over males while still being bisexual. She'd been in 'friends with benefits' situations before with either sex, and while she leaned towards men more, there were often women who made her question that. And Feyre was one of them.
The poor girl was leaning uncomfortably against the wall by the drinks, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of anxiety and boredom strewn across her face. When their eyes met, Ana gave her a soft smile that Feyre shakily returned, before the blonde looked away and dove further into the crowd.
Amarantha, surprisingly, had no task for her that night, and it was then that Ana remembered the party had fallen on a night when she was free of the bargain. A breath of relief slipped past her lips, and she allowed her shoulders to slump just momentarily. However, they were quick to stiffen once more when she looked for Feyre and found her gone.
Panic surged through her. A mortal in the midst of a faerie party? Where the wine was more harmful than the kind at the Solstice party? And with a bunch of horny ass faeries willing to go to bed with a mortal? Ana had plenty of reasons to panic.
Her eyes wandered over face after face, taking in different aspects of all the creatures in the hall. She momentarily met Rhys's gaze, but quickly moved on. She had a big problem at the moment and she couldn't let Rhys distract her. No matter how badly she wanted him to.
Ana swept along the edges of the room, dodging faeries and wine and foods. She pressed her ear to each door she passed, hoping she could hear Feyre's voice behind them. It wasn't until she was almost all the way around the room that she heard the unmistakable ruffling of clothes and smacking of lips. And a voice that was definitely Feyre's.
The blonde pushed the door open far enough for her to slip through, and what she was met with made her want to run right back out into the party and gouge her eyes out with spoons.
Feyre and Tamlin were in the middle of a steamy make out that would have definitely become more if not for Ana clearing her throat and crossing her arms. She allowed a smirk to stretch at her lips, concealing the worry she felt deep within as the two broke apart to look at her in surprise.
"Well hello there, you two," she said, ignoring the murderous look in Tamlin's eyes and the embarrassment coloring Feyre's cheeks. She tsked and shook her head. "I thought you'd do better than some supply closet, Tamlin. I mean, a goddess like Feyre at least deserves a bed and a door with a lock on it."
She walked further into the room, closing the door behind her. It was only when the door was shut that she let the smirk fall and the seriousness of the situation contort her features. She reached forward and slapped Tamlin's arm.
"Are you both trying to die?" she asked, eyes wide. "If Amarantha had walked into this room while you two were . . . together, you would both be headless and hanging from the walls on spikes." She bit the inside of her cheek. "Or worse. She'd take her anger out on those closest to you. I.e., me and Lucien."
Slowly, Tamlin released his hold on Feyre.
Ana sighed softly. "Okay. Tamlin, buckle your belt, fix your boner, and go back out to Amarantha. Make it seem like you weren't just about to fuck in a supply closet."
Tamlin surprisingly did as Ana said. He straightened himself out, slipped on his belt, and walked toward the door. However, right as he was about to leave, he turned and met Feyre's pleading eyes. "I love you."
And he left.
Ana turned to Feyre, who was trying to adjust her dress. The body paint she adorned was smeared from where his hands had been, which would be a problem for Ana. How would she fix this?
The blonde ran a hand down her face. "You're a smart girl, Feyre, but when it comes to love you're a bit of an idiot." She shook her head and faced her friend. "Did you even consider what could have happened if Amarantha walked in and saw you two together? While Tamlin refuses to be her lover, she still keeps him at her side in hopes that he'll change his mind."
"I'm sorry," Feyre muttered.
Ana sighed. "What's done is done. Now we just have to come up with an excuse for the smeared paint and⎯"
Footsteps. Heeled, purposeful footsteps coming their way. Ana didn't give Feyre a chance to speak as she quickly backed her friend into the wall. She took Feyre's face in her hands and brought her lips to the Archeron's in a steamy kiss. Her hands roamed over Feyre's arms and waist, allowing the black paint to smear onto her skin and the crimson paint to stain Feyre's.
As much as Ana had been questioning her true feelings toward Feyre, the kiss didn't make her feel anything special. It was just a heated kiss meant to make Tamlin seem innocent and Feyre and Ana not so. The brushing of their lips together wasn't igniting sparks, nor was it making her stomach erupt in butterflies.
In fact, in the farthest parts of her mind, Ana imagined she was kissing someone else. Someone with dark hair, violet eyes, and the most enchanting voice she'd ever heard⎯
The kiss didn't last long. Seconds after their lips met, the door was flung wide, and Amarantha's curved figure filled its space. Tamlin stood at her one side, his eyes wide and jaw clenched, while Rhys occupied the other. His eyes danced with amusement and something else that Ana couldn't quite place as she pulled away from Feyre and the kiss.
Amarantha laughed, and a mask of stone slammed down on Tamlin's face. The same mask he'd been wearing since coming to the cursed court.
Ana gave them a look of annoyance. "Do you mind? We were in the middle of something."
"I knew it was a matter of time," Amarantha said, putting a hand on Tamlin's arm. "You humans are all the same, aren't you? But this is a surprise. I would have thought she'd be with Lucien, or maybe even one of his brothers. But the halfling? Mm, delicious."
Ana just stared at her in boredom. "Are you going to stand here all night or are you going to let me continue?"
Amarantha just clicked her tongue. "Typical human trash with their inconstant, dull hearts."
The trio left, though Rhys made sure to sneak a wink toward Ana. Once they were gone, the blonde turned to her shocked friend. "Sorry about that. The paint was smeared and I thought it was probably the only thing Amarantha would believe. Sorry if I crossed a line."
Feyre shook her head. "No . . . it's . . . it's okay. I'm just gonna . . ."
She left the closet, cheeks stained bright red and eyes locked on the floor. Ana didn't blame her. She too would be embarrassed if she was caught making out in a supply closet by the very person who despised her the most.
Sighing, Ana left the closet as well, both mentally and physically exhausted after that event. She barely spared anyone a passing glance as she slipped from the party and started back toward her cell.
She really needed a nap.
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That night, Rhys visited Ana out of the blue. He stepped from the shadows, looking disheveled as ever, and it didn't take much guessing for Ana to know why he was there.
His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his inky hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall next to Ana and slid to the floor. Ana said nothing as he placed his head on her shoulder, his breath tickling the skin of her neck.
"I just need a moment," he muttered against her shoulder. "A moment of peace and quiet."
Ana let her arm wrap around his shoulders, fingers moving to fiddle with his hair. The blue-black strands were soft to the touch, no tangles nor split ends. Ana would have to ask him about his hair care routine once all of this was over.
"That damned bitch is running me ragged," he finally said after a moment of silence. Ana didn't stop her work with his hair, knowing he needed comfort at the moment. "I'm a High Lord of the Night Court⎯not her harlot."
He leaned further into her, his arms winding around her waist and pulling her close. Ana pressed a kiss to his hair, taking in his scent of citrus and sea. "One more day. One more day."
"If Feyre fails tomorrow, then Amarantha will rule forever," Rhys muttered hopelessly.
"She won't." Ana believed this with every inch of her being. "She's made it through two, and she's made it through worse before. She can do this. We won't be stuck here for long."
Rhys was silent. Then, after a breath, he said, "I hope you're right."
"I know I am." She looked to the ceiling, enjoying the small moment of peace. It almost felt like she was back in her dreams, speaking to him freely and learning all about who he was. "You know, you never told me why she targets you so much."
"Beyond the obvious?" Ana cracked a grin as he gestured to his face. "My father killed Tamlin's father⎯and his brothers." And Tamlin's family had been allied with Hybern during the War. "It's a long story, and I don't feel like getting into it, but let's just say that when she stole our lands out from under us, Amarantha decided she especially wanted to punish the son of her friend's murderer⎯decided that she hated me enough for my father's deeds that I was to suffer."
She felt him hold her even tighter, as though talking about his father pained him more than words could explain. All Ana did was press another kiss to his hair and continue to run her fingers through it.
He laughed softly. "Who would have thought that the fate of the entire immortal world would be in the hands of an illiterate human?"
Ana chuckled. "Yeah. Who would've thought?"
For the rest of the night, the two stayed like that, taking in the peaceful silence of being with one another. And for the first time since being captured, Ana slept with a smile on her face.
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𝐀 𝐔 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐑 𝐒 𝐍 𝐎 𝐓 𝐄 !
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GUYS
THERE'S ONLY TWO CHAPTERS LEFT UNTIL THE END OF PART ONE
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL
But aside from that? Lots of shit went down. The second task is completed, Ana continues to be a badass, she's getting her magic under control, she's spying like a true baddie, and she kissed Feyre. SHE KISSED FEYRE. I thought it would be funnier if Ana found Tamlin and Feyre instead of Rhys, and add a bit of *flavor* to the story, if you know what I mean. I mean, Ana clearly thinks Feyre's hot, they were bound to kiss at some point.
Anyways, I like the ending. The softness of Ana and Rhys together, how they care for each other despite not being together . . . AH. I LOVE IT SO MUCH!
Please comment and vote!
I love you all!
~ a.h.