“She is my mate. And my spy,” I said too quietly. ‘And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.’ (…) ’Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.” My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.”
I’m not even all that worried about Trevor because he deserves so much better than Ian, and if he found out Ian cheated he’d realize that quickly and move on.
Mickey also deserves better than Ian, but he wants him anyway. They’ve been through so much together. They’ve created so much chaos and destruction, but they still crave more and they still crave each other. While I definitely don’t believe their relationship is anywhere near healthy, I feel like they’re meant to be together. It’s so fucked up. But in the way that feels like an adrenaline rush. They have undeniable chemistry- the kind that explodes when they’re combined. But the pull is so strong I can’t not ship it, no matter how hard I don’t want to.