The Savior

Family Dinners

Acalla P.O.V

Acalla was laughing as she ran to the bathroom. Mor was right. Flustered Azriel is really cute and sexy. She would need to do that again sometime soon. 

She immediately got into the bath. The water was already warm considering the High Lord had more magic than the rest of well, anyone. 

She washed everything. Once she got out she dried off and walked back into the room. Azriel was laying on the bed face first. She had to run into the closet so he wouldn't hear her laughing. Although, he probably heard her anyway.  

She put on more lingerie but this time it was dark green. The color of the dress. 

She had already picked out the dark green dress. The top was made of green lace and the bottom was made of green silk that fanned out in a small ballgown.

She had agreed to meet in Mor's room with Feyre for hair and makeup. 

She put on a robe, grabbed the dress, and peeped out to look in the room. Azriel was in the bathroom. She ran out of the closet to the door to their rooms. 

She then silently opened the door and stepped out into the hallway and closed the door just as silently. 

She ran quickly to Mor's room and knocked on the door. 

Mor opened the door and chuckled a little. 

"You didn't have to bathe before coming over you know," she told Acalla. 

Acalla shrugged. 

"I wanted to so Az didn't suspect," she told her. 

Mor nodded and let her in. Mor sat Acalla in the chair and started on her hair. Mor snapped her fingers and Acalla's hair was dry. 

It took Mor maybe 10 minutes to complete the hair. It was braided down her back. It looked like nothing she had ever seen. Voluminous and beautiful. 

Mor then moved to her face. A line of black across her eyelids. A dark and mysterious black on her lips. 

Mor then pushed her over to Feyre who helped her into her dress. 

They both turned her around to face the mirror. She felt her heart stop and she gasped. She looked beautiful. 

Azriel was going to have a heart attack. 

Azriel P.O.V 

Cassian, Rhysand, and Azriel were standing in the courtyard waiting for the women to appear. 

They were talking about what they were going to do about the main camp not following orders from the High Lord. Cassian had his ideas and Azriel had his, but Rhys would make the final decision. 

They had earlier talked about Acalla starting her training tomorrow for her killing power. Azriel had almost forgotten about that in the month that Acalla had been here. The whole reason for this starting. 

They were right. She would need to learn to control that power. Or it would kill her instead. 

Cassian was the first to notice them. He smacked Azriel on the arm. Rhysand had already noticed Feyre and was walking toward her, but Azriel hadn't sensed Acalla. 

Azriel looked at Cassian wondering why the male had hit him. But all Cassian did was nod his head in the direction behind Azriel. Az turned around and forgot how to breathe. 

Their eyes met. 

Acalla was beautiful. Absolutely radiant. Her hair and even her makeup. The dress was the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. He was almost sad he would be ripping it off of her later.