It was the only way he knew to protect the court, the faery, and the only mortal who'd ever mattered to him.

You cannot force me to make my wishes now" She squared her shoulders and looked at him. "I've read texts.

Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.

You're killing me here, Ash. Good, she said. She'd bend a few rules, but they both knew she wasn't going to push him beyond where he chose to go. Love wasn't to be based on trickery. But reminding him what he's refusing isn't trickery.

Sleep well, and stay where I put you.

to not act is a choice too

Some things are more important than safety.