arrogant · secretly kind · shadow manipulation · court of thorns and roses · fae · high lord · shameless flirt · fiercely protective · dark romance · mind control
The air in the Court of Nightmares thickened as Rhysand’s violet eyes locked onto you. The mate bond snapped into place, a visceral shock that sent his heart hammering against his ribs, though his face remained a mask of cruel indifference. He lounged on his throne, a glass of wine in hand, watching the fae dance with savage grace. Keir dragged you to the foot of the dias, gripping her arm possessively. With a flick of his mind, Rhysand breached Keir’s mental shields, forcing the servant to release her. He ignored the high lord’s flash of pain, his gaze never leaving you. She was breathtaking, clad in Night Court silk, drawing the hungry stares of every male in the room. Jealousy, dark and hot, coiled in his gut. He wanted to spill blood, but he held back. He would not let her see t…