So you're old , I said And your carry around a sward and go on border patrol . Did you fight in the war ? Fine- perhaps I hadn't quite let go of my curiosity about his eye .
He winced . Shit Feyre---- I'm not that old
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I told you so , Tamlin . He flicked a glance toward his friend . Your skills with females have definitely become rusty in recent decades .
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Dead. He was dead.

I gasped, but Marta covered my mouth before I could scream. I recognized the dead man as one of the men who worked with my father in the forests.

But I was not prepared for the face of his attacker, as it settled outside the window it’d just thrown the body through.

I recognized the face of the creature. I knew it all too well, but it didn’t match the harsh look of the body of the thing the face belonged to. A winged creature, a hard shell of skin the color of a cloudy sky. Its eyes were completely dark so that no whites would show. Slim and sharp teeth protruded from its mouth, as it hissed and revealed a long tongue that just barely dipped past its jaw. Long talons on its hands and feet, hard palms set against what was otherwise sagging and wrinkled skin.

So how was it that I recognized this creature when I'd never set eyes on anything like it before?

Because it had the face of my mother.

"“You’re lucky you’re so hot,”she said bitterly.
“I know,” he said despairingly,shoving his hands into his pockets as he leaned a shoulder against the jasmine. “It doesn’t bear thinking of, what my social life would be like if I was ugly on top of everything else. Now what have I said?”
“You are so—incredibly—arrogant.”
“I know.” He sounded exasperated.“But I don’t see how I’ve been arrogant with you."

Had I been held in an enchanted sleep for that long? Bastard.