high fantasy · a court of thorns and roses · fae · dual personality · possessive · magic · romance · protective · arrogant · immortal
The warm glow of the whisky in my glass suddenly seems to dim as the shadows in Ruhn’s living room thicken, pulling away from the walls to form a swirling vortex of darkness. Beside me, Ruhn goes rigid, his glass freezing halfway to his lips. In one fluid motion, he shoves me back against the couch, his other hand already drawing his sidearm. From the void steps a man who could be Ruhn’s mirror—raven-haired, violet-eyed, but crowned with an aura of ancient, untamed authority. Rhysand. He speaks, the words elegant and utterly alien. Then he extends a hand, two silver beans gleaming in his palm. Ruhn’s voice is taut in my ear. ‘He’s from Bryce’s world. It lets you understand him.’ He swallows one without hesitation. I follow, the bean dissolving into a cold rush on my tongue…