Mor’s eyes sparkled. “You got him kicked out, didn’t you?”

My answering smile set her roaring.

The sun was sinking toward the distant sea beyond Velaris when Rhys stood at the black marble mantel of the town house sitting room and lifted his glass of wine.

All of us—in our finery for once—lifted ours in suit.

I’d opted to wear my Starfall gown, forgoing my crown but wearing the diamond cuffs at my wrists. It sparkled and gleamed in my line of vision as I stood at Rhys’s side, taking in every plane of his beautiful face as he said, “To the blessed darkness from which we are born, and to which we return.”

Our glasses rose, and we drank.

I glanced to him—my mate, in his finest black jacket, the silver embroidery gleaming in the faelight. That’s it?

He arched a brow. Did you want me to keep droning on, or did you want to start celebrating?

My lips twitched. You really do keep things casual.

Even after all this time, you still don’t believe me. His hand slid behind me and pinched. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I hope you got me a good Solstice present.

It was my turn to pinch him, and Rhys laughed, kissing my temple once before sauntering out of the room to no doubt grab more wine.

Beyond the windows, darkness had indeed fallen. The longest night of the year.

I found Elain studying it, beautiful in her amethyst-colored gown. I made to move toward her, but someone beat me to it.

The shadowsinger was clad in a black jacket and pants similar to Rhysand’s—the fabric immaculately tailored and built to fit his wings. He still wore his Siphons atop either hand, and shadows trailed his footsteps, curling like swirled embers, but there was little sign of the warrior otherwise. Especially as he gently said to my sister, “Happy Solstice.”

Elain turned from the snow falling in the darkness beyond and smiled slightly. “I’ve never participated in one of these.”

Amren supplied from across the room, Varian at her side, resplendent in his princely regalia, “They’re highly overrated.”

Mor smirked. “Says the female who makes out like a bandit every year. I don’t know how you don’t get robbed going home with so much jewelry stuffed into your pockets.”

Amren flashed her too-white teeth. “Careful, Morrigan, or I’ll return the pretty little thing I got you.”

Mor, to my surprise, shut right up.

And so did the others, as Rhys returned with—

“You didn’t.” I blurted out the words.

He grinned at me over the giant tiered cake in his arms—over the twenty-one sparkling candles lighting up his face.

Cassian clapped me on the shoulder. “You thought you could sneak it past us, didn’t you?”

I groaned. “You’re all insufferable.”

Elain floated to my side. “Happy birthday, Feyre.”

My friends—my family—echoed the words as Rhys set the cake on the low-lying table before the fire. I glanced toward my sister. “Did you …?”

A nod from Elain. “Nuala did the decorating, though.”

It was then that I realized what the three different tiers had been painted to look like.

On the top: flowers. In the middle: flames.

And on the bottom, widest layer … stars.

The same design of the chest of drawers I’d once painted in that dilapidated cottage. One for each of us—each sister. Those stars and moons sent to me, my mind, by my mate, long before we’d ever met.

“I asked Nuala to do it in that order,” Elain said as the others gathered round. “Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.”

My throat tightened unbearably, and I squeezed her hand in answer.

Mor, Cauldron bless her, shouted, “Make a wish and let us get to the presents!”

At least one tradition did not change on either side of the wall.

I met Rhys’s stare over the sparkling candles. His smile was enough to make the tightness in my throat turn into burning in my eyes.

What are you going to wish for?

A simple, honest question.

And looking at him, at that beautiful face and easy smile, so many of those shadows vanished, our family gathered around us, eternity a road ahead … I knew.

I truly knew what I wanted to wish for, as if it were a piece of Amren’s puzzle clicking into place, as if the threads of the weaver’s tapestry finally revealed the design they’d formed to make.

I didn’t tell him, though. Not as I gathered my breath and blew.

Cake before dinner was utterly acceptable on Solstice, Rhys informed me as we set aside our plates on whatever surface was nearest in the sitting room. Especially before presents.

“What presents?” I asked, surveying the room empty of them, save for Lucien’s two boxes.

The others grinned at me as Rhys snapped his fingers, and—


Boxes and bags, all brightly wrapped and adorned, filled the bay windows.

Piles and mountains and towers of them. Mor let out a squeal of delight.

I twisted toward the foyer. I’d left mine in a broom closet on the third level—

No. There they were. Wrapped and by the back of the bay.

Rhys winked at me. “I took it upon myself to add your presents to the communal trove.”

I lifted my brows. “Everyone gave you their gifts?”

“He’s the only one who can be trusted not to snoop,” Mor explained.

I looked toward Azriel.

“Even him,” Amren said.

Azriel gave me a guilty cringe. “Spymaster, remember?”

“We started doing it two centuries ago,” Mor went on. “After Rhys caught Amren literally shaking a box to figure out what was inside.”

Amren clicked her tongue as I laughed. “What they didn’t see was Cassian down here ten minutes earlier, sniffing each box.”

Cassian threw her a lazy smile. “I wasn’t the one who got caught.”

I turned to Rhys. “And somehow you’re the most trustworthy one?”

Rhys looked outright offended. “I am a High Lord, Feyre darling. Unwavering honor is built into my bones.”

Mor and I snorted.

Amren strode for the nearest pile of presents. “I’ll go first.”

“Of course she will,” Varian muttered, earning a grin from me and Mor.

Amren smiled sweetly at him before bending to pick up a gift. Varian had the good sense to shudder only when she’d turned her back on him.

But she plucked up a pink-wrapped present, read the label, and ripped into it.

Everyone tried and failed to hide their wince.

I’d seen some animals tear into carcasses with less ferocity.

But she beamed as she turned to Azriel, a set of exquisite pearl-and-diamond earrings dangling from her small hands. “Thank you, Shadowsinger,” she said, inclining her head.

Azriel only inclined his head in return. “I’m glad they pass inspection.”

Cassian elbowed his way past Amren, earning a hiss of warning, and began chucking presents. Mor caught hers easily, shredding the paper with as much enthusiasm as Amren. She grinned at the general. “Thank you, darling.”

Cassian smirked. “I know what you like.”

Mor held up—

I choked. Azriel did, too, whirling on Cassian as he did.

Cassian only winked at him as the barely there red negligee swayed between Mor’s hands.

Before Azriel could undoubtedly ask what we were all thinking, Mor hummed to herself and said, “Don’t let him fool you: he couldn’t think of a damn thing to get me, so he gave up and asked me outright. I gave him precise orders. For once in his life, he obeyed them.”