The Savior

Summer Court

Azriel P.O.V

He was terrified.

 He had to fly Acalla to the Summer Court. 

With a handsome High Lord. 

Tarquin. 

Cassian was not coming. For good reason. Also because he couldn't. 

Not even Tarquin removing the blood rubies could get Cassian a pardon and be welcomed back in. 

Acalla was in the bathroom taking a bath. He wanted to join her, he might still. 

He didn't want to lose her, especially not too prissy Tarquin. He had finally gotten someone who accepted his scars and all. 

She came out of the bathroom. In a towel. 

Just a towel. 

He didn't know if he was breathing. 

When did they have to leave again? 

It didn't matter. It could wait. She was asking to be ravished. 

He walked up to her, grabbed her waist, and started kissing her neck. 

"Darling we don't have time," she whined breathlessly. 

"I don't really care right now," he said grabbing the towel. 

Oh, she wasn't going to be able to walk. 

Acalla P.O.V

A few hours later, they were in the air. Acalla kept moving around. 

Azriel smirked a satisfied male smirk. 

She glared when she saw it. 

They had been twenty minutes late meeting Rhysand, Feyre, and Mor. Rhysand had been irritated but laughed when he figured out what they were doing. 

They landed on the warm ground. So different from the cold winter of the Night Court. Although, warmer weather was coming soon. Along with her birthday, the Spring Solstice. 

She remembered her last birthday, the news she had gotten. Her brother had found her a 'respectable male' to marry. 

That had been her birthday present to her. 

She had been horrified. For good reason too, it had been Uriah. The camp leader. 

She shook her head removing the memories from her head the best she could. 

Azriel gave her a questioning look while they walked towards the waiting royalty. Her returning look told him she would tell him later. He nodded. 

"Tarquin, it is so good to be here again," Rhysand said politely. 

"It is always good to have you here as our guest," the tall man said, Tarquin. 

Tarquin was looking at the group and spotted her. She felt something come to wrap around her and saw Azriel's shadows curling at her ankles. 

She gave him a look. She knew he was jealous of the lustful look Tarquin was giving her. She only hoped Azriel knew that she was his. 

She grabbed his hand. She knew Tarquin saw this and averted his eyes. 

"This is Acalla, Azriel's mate," Rhysand said noticing Tarquin's gaze. 

She was thankful that Rhys had told Tarquin she was someone else's.