𝐂 𝐎 𝐒 𝐌 𝐈 𝐂   𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄   !

𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙿 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁   𝚂 𝙴 𝚅 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝙴 𝙴 𝙽   !

( 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 ! )

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

          𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓.

Her muscles ached, her bones felt like lead, and her veins seemed heavy with gelatinous blood. Her heart beat slowly and hesitantly, like it was worried moving too fast would cause pain. Each breath was short and slow⎯just enough to fill her lungs and nothing more. 

The ground beneath her was cold and uneven, like cobblestone. Water dripped off in the distance, slow and steady and soothing. The air was freezing against her skin, filled with the smell of decay and death. She could taste blood in her mouth, metallic and sickening. 

Slowly, she opened her eyes. At first, everything was blurry. Dark figures and shapes with no recognizable features. Then, with each blink, her vision grew clear. 

She was in what seemed to be a cell⎯small enough to make her claustrophobia act up, but big enough to allow her some room to move. The floor was made of uneven rocks, along with the walls and ceiling. Rusted metal bars allowed her to see a room tinged with red, different devices scattered along the rocky floor. Each device looked worse than the last, and the sight of them made Ana's stomach plummet to the ground.

Where was she? 

She tried to think back on what had happened last, but all she saw were Dmitri's and Nadia's faces sneering back at her. Had it been a dream? A nightmare? Something her mind came up with for its own pleasure? The pain had felt so real, the words hitting her where it hurt, but here she was. No longer in that room filled with frost and rodents. Instead, she was in a jail cell in what seemed to be a torture chamber. Not better, but not worse. 

Ana felt the tears before they even had a chance to fall. Her eyes stung as she tried to force the images of Dmitri and Nadia from her mind. She wanted to remember them like how they used to be, but their new image was burned in her memory, reminding her of what she'd done. What promise she'd broken in order to secure her own freedom. 

"It's all my fault."

"My Lady?"

Ana jumped, spinning around so fast she nearly smacked into the wall she was leaning against. She squinted her teary eyes at the darkened corner across from her, heart nearly stopping as a shape formed. It was the figure of a woman, her body made of dark mist like a shadow. 

Her body reacted before her mind. Ana scuffled back further against the wall, curling her knees into herself to help protect her center. She didn't know if she could trust this woman who seemed to be made of pure shadow. She didn't know if this woman was intent on causing her more pain or finally relieving her of it.

For a moment, Ana thought she was staring into the eyes of the Grim Reaper. Death herself. The woman was beautiful, surely, and Ana would have no problems with allowing her to take her spirit off to the land of the blessed. Maybe if she died, she would finally have the chance to apologize to Dmitri and Nadia for not helping them. For leaving them behind.

"My Lady?" she asked again, snapping Ana out of her head. The blonde blinked away her tears and sniffled. The woman's eyes were full of concern and care. "I am Nuala, my Lady. My High Lord sent me to see how you were doing. To see if you were awake yet."

Ana swallowed thickly. Was this real? Was she real? Who was she talking about? "Where⎯where am I?"

She had to start somewhere. She had to try and organize her thoughts as best as she could. Years of Shadowhunter training forced her to push her emotions aside so she could focus on the task at hand. 

First, she had to figure out where she was. Only then could she start forming a plan of escape. Her current plan was survival, like it had been all those years ago. Survive wherever she was until she knew how to escape and free herself. And maybe, just maybe, take whoever brought her here down painfully.

Nuala frowned. "You are Under the Mountain, my Lady. In her torture chamber. You have been for the past week."

Ana's mouth was dry, her skin clammy. She curled into herself even more and realized that she was in her clothes from the Spring Court. The Spring Court! She'd been talking with the suriel about her heritage and her abilities when the Attor and a few other fae surrounded her and captured her. Amarantha had officially taken over the Spring Court, because Tamlin's time was up. She remembered.

"A week?" Ana asked.

Nuala nodded. "She has had you stuck under a spell, forcing you to relive your worst memories. She hopes to break your spirit because she knows you can stop her. Stop her plans."

That explained it. Magic strong enough to force her to relive all of that and feel the pain. It didn't mean everything she saw wasn't real⎯the magic had only brought the memories back up. Everything Dmitri and Nadia had said⎯everything they had accused her of⎯had been real. Their looks of pure hatred had been real. The feelings they'd induced in Ana had been real. It had all been real.

She looked at her body, wincing when she saw scratch marks along her skin and bruises. She must've been clawing at her skin while trapped in her own mind. That's why the pain had felt so real. 

"Why has she stopped?" Ana asked. She needed to know everything before she could act. She was Under the Mountain, which meant that she was in the center of Prythian (if her research had been correct). Trapped with her were all the inhabitants of Prythian that Amarantha saw as threats or servants. Meaning she was stuck in the same spot as seven High Lords, multiple High Fae, and horrible lesser fae who got pleasure from others' pain. Ana was going to slaughter Amarantha. "Why set me free? I'm not broken yet, am I?"

She truly didn't know. She'd been broken before, so was it possible to break her anymore? Could you break what's already been broken? Was it possible?

"She stopped because she doesn't want you to die. She wants to keep you around for a very long time, my Lady. As her plaything," Nuala explained. She studied Ana with her shadowed eyes. "I will go get my High Lord. He will want to see you."

Ana didn't say anything as Nuala disappeared into the shadows again. She was Under the Mountain, in Amarantha's territory. She knew this would happen, and yet being here in a cell made it all the more terrifying. She'd been through Hell and survived, but this was a different world. A world filled with different monsters and different strategies. Could she survive this Hell?

She lifted her hands from her lap and flipped them so her palms faced her. Crescent-shaped cuts lined her palms from where her fingernails had dug into her skin. Bruises lined her wrists, meaning she had probably been restrained at some point. Cuts and gashes ran across her arms and body⎯cutting right through her runes. Whether it had been on purpose or completely by accident, she had to wait until the cuts healed to activate her runes. Though, was that even possible if she didn't have her stele?

Her stele!

The blonde began to search her pockets, hoping to feel the familiar metal of her stele. She remembered placing it in her pocket before searching for the suriel, but that didn't mean Amarantha's guards hadn't found it and confiscated it.

She didn't breathe until her shaking fingers wrapped around it. Her eyes closed as she allowed her shoulders to relax momentarily. She had her stele. She had a fighting chance.

But she didn't need her stele. Not if she could figure out her new power.

Her power⎯the golden light. The very thing she'd been questioning before Amarantha's goons had captured her. Was she even able to access it within the walls of her cell? Were there enchantments placed around her to suck her of her energy like the cuffs from her nightmare? Still, she sat back against the wall and flipped her hands palm-up once more. 

She had to try.

Ana breathed in slowly and searched herself for her power. That golden light that burned within her body, pulsating like a living, breathing thing. She felt it writhing within her gut and pulled, a faint smile appearing on her chapped lips as golden tendrils of magic encased her hands. At least she still had her magic⎯her mother's and father's magic. The only connection she had to her parents.

She still had it.

"Ana darling."

Ana stiffened. The power pulsated around her palms before fading as more tears started to fall. He wasn't really there, was he? She knew he was trapped Under the Mountain, but after everything she'd been through the past week, some part of her believed that he wasn't actually there. That he was just an illusion brought on by the magic.

"You're not real," she muttered, keeping her eyes locked on her hands. "You're not real, you're not real, you're not real, you're not⎯"

A sob broke free when she felt his arms wrap around her, bringing her into him. His warmth surrounded her, the smell of citrus and the sea calming the ache in her heart. Tears fell rapidly down her cheeks as she rested her head against his chest. The steady beat of his heart only made her tremble more. Was this real? Please, to whoever was listening, let this be real.

"I'm here, Ana. I'm here," he muttered against her hair. Ana gripped his shirt in trembling fists, unable to stop the broken cries leaving her lips. Rhys just held her tighter, lifting her so she was curled up on his lap. "Oh, my beautiful Anastasia."

She didn't have it in her to scold him for using her name. All she could do was hold him close. Hold him tightly in hopes that he was real. That he was actually holding her. Actually whispering soothing words in her ear in hopes of calming her down. 

Seeing him . . . it made her feel so comfortable. So safe despite everything. Having his arms around her, holding her close and tight . . . it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She craved his warmth, his body, his mind. She craved him.

Rhys pressed a kiss to her forehead and leaned back, taking her face in his hands. "Oh, what has she done to you?"

For a moment, she couldn't say anything. The tears had dried, but her whimpers kept her from talking. Rhys started running his fingers through her hair as gently as he could while rocking her softly side-to-side. She didn't care that he was treating her like a baby. She needed the comfort more than anything in the world.

"You're here," she mumbled into his shirt. "You're here, you're here, you're here . . ."

"I'm here, Ana darling. I'm here, and I'm not going away." The promise in his voice was enough to make her start crying again, but she forced the tears away. She had her moment, and now she needed to steel herself. She was a Shadowhunter. She had bigger things to worry about. 

Ana slowly let her hold on his shirt go, fingers aching from how tightly they were clenched. She straightened enough to look at him but still remain in his arms. 

He was still so devastatingly beautiful. His violet eyes shone with sadness and his dark hair was a mess, like he'd ran his fingers through it one too many times. But he was still so perfect to her. So unbelievably perfect.

Rhys hesitantly reached a hand up to her cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing away her tears. Ana leaned into the warmth. Anything to push the frost covering her soul away.

She swallowed. "It doesn't matter what she did to me," she managed, her voice thick and scratchy. "I'll be okay. I might not be right now, but I will be."

"So strong," he whispered as he met her eyes.

For a moment, all she saw in his gaze was awe and adoration. It made his eyes twinkle like thousands of stars. But then, his eyes trailed from her face to her body, and that brilliant shade of violet turned a stormy black that nearly made Ana jump in surprise. She'd never seen his eyes so dark before. Not even on the night of Calanmai.

Slowly, she placed one of her hands on his cheek, rubbing her thumb over his skin. He met her eyes once more. "I'm okay."

"No, you're not," he said, leaning into her touch. "I can heal you, if you'd like. Although . . . it might leave a mark."

Ana tilted her head softly to the side. "What kind of mark?"

He removed his hand from her cheek and took the collar of his shirt in between his fingers, tugging the dark fabric to the side to reveal blue-black swirls of ink. "This kind of mark."

The blonde looked at the tattoos in awe. She'd seen them before, but still. They were so beautiful. She lifted her other hand, fingers trailing gently over the patterns of ink, leaving goosebumps along his skin in their wake. "I thought these only appeared when a bargain was struck."

Rhys gave her a feline smirk, but his eyes were still so pained. So dark. "This was me hinting at a bargain with you."

She managed a small laugh, though it hurt. It felt wrong to be laughing after everything she'd done. "Oh yeah? And what kind of bargain might that be?"

Rhys trailed his fingers along her jaw and neck, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "When we are free⎯when Amarantha finally gets the death she deserves⎯I would like for you to visit my court. Just once, before you . . . return. To your family. Just to see it."

"Oh, Rhys, my love," Ana said. "You don't need to make a bargain with me to make sure I visit. I would do so willingly. I want to see your court⎯both courts."

Rhys removed her hand from his cheek and held it in both of his. He pressed a kiss to her hand, holding it close to his mouth. When he spoke, his breath caressed her fingers like a warm midnight breeze. "I just want to make this bargain because while you're here, you'll see me differently. And I still want you to see my court, even if you end up hating me after this. If you end up never wanting to see me again."

Ana's heart broke. He sounded so sure of the fact that she would hate him. That she would never want to see him again. It hurt to see him think that.

"I could never, Rhys. I told you this before, and I'll tell you this again⎯I will never hate you for doing what you must to survive. To keep yourself and your family and your court safe. If I judged you for that, I would have to judge myself as well, because I would do the same." She leaned forward and kissed their hands. "But, if it will make you feel better, I'll make a bargain with you. But . . . I wanna make a change."

Rhys hesitantly met her eyes, perking a brow. "What kind of change?"

Ana moved closer to him⎯if even possible⎯and rested her head on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat, allowing it to calm her racing thoughts. Being around Rhys calmed her. It made all the horrible thoughts vanish from her mind, her body relaxing because it knew he would keep her safe. He would hold her when she needed to be held and tease her when she needed to be teased. Joke with her, make her laugh and cry and smile. She knew all of this. And while she may not have completely understood how she could fall for someone so fast⎯feel so comfortable with them after such a short time spent with them⎯she enjoyed the feeling. Which was why she made this new bargain.

"After we are free, I want to visit you as often as possible. So, my bargain is that two weeks out of every month, I have to come to you and spend time with you. In whatever court you reside in at the moment, I have to be there. For two weeks every month, I will see you no matter what. Even if for some ungodly reason I end up disliking you, I will still see you," she whispered.

Rhys rested his head atop hers. "Why? Why change it?"

"Because, even if I got mad at you, I couldn't imagine being away from you for long. To never see you again . . . it hurts. I don't know why, but it does." She snuggled closer to him. "So, do we have a bargain?"

Rhys's chuckle reverberated through his chest, causing Ana to smile softly. "Two weeks a month, you will come and see me and spend time in my court no matter what. Do we have a bargain?"

"Yes."

For a moment, Ana felt nothing. Then, a warmth encased her back, running along her spine like fire along a line of gunpowder. It sent a flurry of sparks through her entire body, warming her bones and relieving her of the ache in her muscles. Her blood liquefied once more and flowed freely within her veins, and she felt the golden power within her grow stronger.

Ana pulled away from Rhys and looked at herself. The cuts, gashes, and bruises were all gone. Nothing hurt, nothing ached, nothing felt like it was on fire or frozen. She felt healthy and refreshed despite her dirty clothes. But, her skin was missing something.

"Where is it?" she asked, scanning her arms and legs. She even looked at her stomach, frowning when she didn't find it.

Rhys smiled at her. "Turn around, darling."

Ana did as she was asked to, her skin erupting with heat as he lifted her shirt. He traced a single finger down her spine, leaving goosebumps along her skin everywhere he touched. His finger moved in intricate whirls and slashes, and Ana realized where her tattoo had been placed. 

"It's beautiful," he muttered as he lifted his finger from her skin and lowered her shirt. "Just like you."

Her heart warmed as she turned back around. "Thank you." She stiffened when she heard loud footsteps echoing somewhere off to her right. "Someone's coming. You should leave before they catch you here."

Rhys looked hesitant to leave, but the look on her face must've convinced him that she would be fine. He stood, eyes shining in the darkness. "I'll find a way to see you again. Hold on for me, Ana darling. Please."

Ana nodded, giving him a weak smile. "I will, Rhys, my love. Now go."

He vanished within the shadows right as the Attor appeared at her cell door. It was just as ugly as Ana remembered, with wrinkled skin and bat-like wings that seemed to have been deep fried at one point. It gave her a cynical grin, eyes shining with murderous delight.

"The Queen wishes to see you, halfling," it said. 

Ana said nothing as the cell door opened and two burly fae marched into her cell. They grabbed her by the arms and tugged her to her feet, forcing her from the cell and down a hall. 

It was time for her to finally meet Amarantha. 

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Ana could feel the screams before she heard them. So loud and so painful, they shook the very floor she was walking on. The blonde had to raise her shoulders in an attempt to block out the screams from her ears, but it was to no avail. Nothing could silence a pain that bad.

Mixed in with the screams were shouts and laughs of enjoyment. Behind the very doors that the guards were leading Ana to, what seemed like a party was occurring. There was loud, off-beat music and crude discussions echoing into the hall, nearly drowning out the screams and cries of whoever was being tortured. 

Every part of Ana wanted to freeze. She wanted to dig her heels into the ground, force the guards away from her, and run as quickly as she could back to that little cell she'd woken up in. Because the torment that was happening behind those big doors was sending her right back to the lab, where the same pained screams had left her very lips. The same tears that came from not being able to hold on for much longer had once stained her cheeks. And she didn't know if she could be put in that situation again without locking up and returning to how she was so many years ago⎯powerless, cowardly, and undeniably afraid.

But, before she could even decide on an action, the guards pushed her through the doors and into what seemed to be a throne room. The ceiling was high and cavernous, nearly invisible due to a red assortment of mist and smoke. Torches lined the stone walls, providing flickering light for the fae that were dancing along the smooth, bedrock floor. Banquet tables lined either side of the room, all of them leading up to a pedestal where a throne carved of black stone sat. And atop that throne, the very woman Ana planned on killing was smirking back at her.

Amarantha was beautiful in a sense⎯long, bloodred hair topped with a golden crown of spikes and gems. Her skin was snow-white, causing every other color on her body to stand out, from her ruby-painted lips to her ebony eyes that shone with malice. She was dressed in the finest silks fit for a queen, but all Ana saw was a monster hiding within the beauty of another world. A mask of finery to disguise just how horrible she truly was. 

The highest commander of King Hybern. Ana could understand why she'd been given that title, but couldn't fathom how she'd claimed herself the Queen of Prythian.

"Ah, it seems our honored guest has finally arrived." Amarantha's cool and calculated voice filled the room, silencing the chatter and music. Ana's eyes locked on the single, aged finger bone banging from her neck like a trophy. "I do hope you enjoyed your welcome."

Ana grit her teeth, forcing herself not to sneer. She felt the power inside of her boil with her blood, but she pushed it down. Not yet, she whispered. Not until I figure out how to fully unlock my power and take her down.

Amarantha took her silence as submission and smirked. "Hmm, not as fiery as I've been told you are. It seems that when we originally captured you, you harmed one of my Attor's feelings. He'd really like an apology." 

The very Attor that had led the group of fae who had captured Ana stepped out of the crowd, its ugly face pulled into an expression of sadistic pleasure. It marched right up to Ana, looking in her eyes, and smirked. "Go on," it growled, "apologize."

Ana let out a breath, contorting her features into a look of absolute regret. "I'm sorry," she muttered. The Attor grunted, pleased. "I'm sorry you've decided to show your ugly ass face to me once more. Honestly, if you're going to walk around looking like that, you should at least wear a bell or a warning. Caution: my face was crafted by blind infants using their non-dominant hands. Sorry in advance."

A roar of laughter filled the room while the Attor growled at Ana. It raised its clawed hand to hit her, but Amarantha's voice stopped it. "No. Do not harm the halfling. I quite like looking upon her face. So angelic and pure . . ."

A shiver ran down Ana's spine at the undertone in Amarantha's voice. Like Hell she would let anything happen between them. The only thing Ana would do in a room alone with Amarantha is kill her. Cut her head clean off and leave it for the vultures.

The Attor grumbled as it walked off into the crowd. Ana followed it with her eyes, her stomach dropping when she spotted something lying in the middle of the floor. How she hadn't noticed before astounded her.

In the middle of the room where everyone could see was an unconscious girl. Her once long and beautiful golden curls were matted with blood and dirt and vomit. Her skin was pale and bloodless, stained with cuts and bruises. One of her fingers was missing and it seemed as though her one ear had been removed as well. 

All Ana wanted to do was rush over to her and heal her. Use whatever magic she had within to bring her back better than before. But the guards were holding tightly to her arms, keeping her still before Amarantha.

"I see you've spotted our entertainment for the night," Amarantha mused, gesturing lazily to the girl on the floor. "Sadly, as you can see, she was unable to handle today's sport. Which is actually part of the reason why you are here, halfling."

The blonde's heart pounded against her ribs. Her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms to keep her in check. She had to reign in her emotions fast before they got her killed. Ana was lucky Amarantha had found her insult toward the Attor amusing. She may not be so lucky next time. If she wanted to survive, she had to start using her head and not her heart.

Steeling her emotions, Ana met Amarantha's eyes and frowned. "Why?"

The female sighed and glanced to her left, where an identical black throne was situated. Ana couldn't see who sat upon it, their body encased in shadows, but she was sure she wouldn't like them. She didn't like anyone in this Angel forsaken place.

Except Rhys.

"She must really know nothing of her abilities for her to be this confused," Amarantha said to the invisible person. She faced Ana once more. "For your healing powers, of course. It is known that halflings of your kind have a power unlike any other to both create and destroy. And with creation comes healing." She nodded toward the broken girl on the floor. "Heal her. I'm not done having fun yet, and her mortal body is too weak to survive another night. So heal her."

Ana swallowed thickly. Amarantha wanted her to heal the human on the floor only so she could torture her longer? 

Every molecule of her body was screaming at her to deny. To look Amarantha in the eye, spit in her face, and disobey her every command. But she knew that if she did that, she'd die. And where would that put Prythian? Where would that put her world?

If she died, what happened to Izzy? Her Parabatai, who was searching for her in hopes of bringing her home? And what would happen to her friends? Alec, Jace, Clary, Magnus . . . what would happen to them? Just like how she couldn't give them up, she also had to survive for them.

Survive for her family.

She felt her Parabatai rune along her back warm, a sign that Izzy was thinking of her. That she knew Ana was about to go into battle and was sending her strength. That alone helped clear her thoughts and get her into the mindset of a Shadowhunter⎯the mindset of a survivor.

"Go on, halfling," Amarantha said, shooing Ana toward the human. "Heal her. Show everyone the oh so mighty power of a child of faerie and angel!"

Ana squared her shoulders and shook the guards' hands from her arms. She locked her gaze on the girl and approached her, the crowd parting to make a path. Ana briefly saw a flash of red hair⎯Lucien⎯and felt a kiss of night air⎯Rhys⎯before she finally reached the girl and knelt. Blood stained her pants, but she did not react. 

She had seen Magnus perform healing spells a multitude of times. What she could do couldn't be too different from him. After all, they both shared some type of magical blood.

Please, Raziel. Let this work. Mother, the Cauldron, let this work.

Ana closed her eyes and held her hands palm-down over the girl's body. Then, she searched herself for her power. It writhed beneath her skin, moving with her blood and bones and muscles. She grabbed onto it and pulled, tugging it toward her hands and through her skin. The only indication of it working were the gasps of surprise that sounded throughout the room.

Slowly, with her eyes still closed, Ana began to move her hands over the girl's body. She connected with her power and let it tell her where to focus and where to move. A tug here, and push there, a faint whisper to put more power into a movement. She kept going until she heard a faint intake of air, and stopped.

Eyes open, Ana watched as the golden tendrils of power slipped back into her skin, settling deep within her gut. The girl before her was breathing steadily now, her blue eyes open and the cuts along her body healed. She looked healthy as ever, aside from the frailness that came with lack of food and the obvious internal pain she was going through. Ana wished she could heal that as well, but she had to heal herself first before working on anyone else.

"Magnificent," Amarantha said from her throne, starting to clap. Everyone in the room followed, only stopping when their "queen" did. "Such power . . . well, thank you for your service. Off you go, back to your room."

Ana barely had time to mutter, not much of a room before the guards were grabbing her and lifting her to her feet. She remained quiet as they led her out of the room, not saying a single word until she was thrown back into her small cell. The guards slammed the door shut and marched off, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She'd studied the way from her cell to the throne room, as well as the hallways that branched off. She'd mapped out the entirety of the throne room while Amarantha was droning on and on, noting every door that led to a separate room or hall. Now, she had a faint idea of how to get from her cell to the throne room, which had to be at the center of the palace of Hell. And if he could only see the halls that connected to the throne room, then she could start planning a way out.

"This bitch is going down."

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𝐀 𝐔 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐑 𝐒   𝐍 𝐎 𝐓 𝐄   !

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LAST CHAPTER BEFORE FEYRE COMES! Meaning shit is about to get real and this part of the book is about to come to an end. But don't worry, there is much more to come.

But, this chapter was sad as well. Ana was so fucked up from her visions that she thought poor Rhys wasn't really there. But . . . but but but but! They made a bargain. And this bargain was put in place to help connect the ACOTAR world and the Shadowhunters world a bit better. Because Ana will be returning to the Institute whether you guys like it or not. It's healthy for couples to have some distance between them that is spent with relative and friends. But, they will meet again. Hence the bargain.

Moving on from that, we have a bunch of trials coming our way. And since you guys found out that Ana has the ability to heal (which is pretty fucking awesome) she will definitely be a big help to Feyre. Yes, Ana will be a big help, not Rhys. I have plans for who Ana ends up with, don't worry. Things are gonna get real.

Amarantha's a bitch. A nice-looking bitch, but still a bitch. Ana's gonna have fun plotting her death.

Please comment and vote!

Love you all!

~ a.h.