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“He brushed a kiss to my brow, 'Ianthe sold out your sisters,' he said, his voice turning sharp and hard. 'It's only fitting that you use her to get Elain back.'

He gripped the sides of my face, bringing us nose to nose.

'Do not get distracted. Do not linger. You are a warrior, and warriors know when to pick their fights.'

I nodded, our breath mingling.

Rhys growled. 'They took what is ours. And we do not allow these crimes to go unpunished.'

His power rippled and swirled around me.

'You do not fear,' Rhys breathed. 'You do not falter. You do not yield. You go in, you get her, and you come out again.'

I nodded again, holding his stare.

'Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.'

He kissed my brow one more time, my blood thrumming and boiling in me, howling to draw blood.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin