“Our dispersing party watched as he braced my waist in his broad hands and easily hefted me off the horse, none more closely than Ianthe. I only patted Lucien on the shoulder in thanks. Ever the courtier, he bowed back. It was hard, sometimes, to remember to hate him. To remember the game I was already playing.” Sarah J MaasFeyreFeyre ArcheronLiftingGameA Court Of Wings And RuinLucienIantheBowingPatting Book:A Court of Wings and Ruin Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin