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“Your second trial is tomorrow night,' he said neutrally. The gold and silver thread in his black tunic shone in the candlelight. He never wore another colour.

It was like a stone to the head. I'd lost count of the days. 'So?'

'It could be your last,' he said, and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms.

'If you're taunting me into playing another game of yours, you're wasting your breath.'

'Aren't you going to beg me to give you a night with your beloved?'

'I'll have that night, and all the ones after, when I beat her final task.'

Rhysand shrugged, then flashed a grin as he pushed off the door and stepped toward me. 'I wonder if you were this prickly with Tamlin when you were his captive.'

'He never treated me like a captive- or a slave.'

'No- and how could he? Not with the shame of his father and brothers' brutality always weighing on him, the poor, noble beast.”