That sounds a lot like, ’ I have more secrets that I’m going to spring on you whenever I feel like stopping your heart dead in your chest.

I have no name,' she purred. 'I'm whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. 'You don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We’re too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.

I think Nesta feels everything— sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.

Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.