A Court Of Flowers And Shadows {Azriel Shadowsinger}

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"How was your day?" 

Amara jumped as she made her way in to her room, hearing that voice and nothing else. She glanced over to where she saw Rhys and ran a hand through her hair. She couldn't do this. She couldn't be left alone in a room with him right now.

She was still rather shaken up from the nightmare that she'd woken up from that morning. It was always the same thing, her sobbing, blood pouring down her body, constant agony, the sound of Rhys apologising. It hadn't taken long for Azriel to notice she needed to get away from everyone for the day so they once again found themselves sat by the pond, enjoying the sunshine. They had sat in a comfortable silence the entire day, Amara making different things grow or soothing the needs of different plants in the area, but the sun had started to set so Azriel had walked her back to the Townhouse since it was quite close by. 

Now Amara was stuck with Rhys in her room. 

"I really need you to go," Amara said shakily, unable to meet Rhys' eye. She opened the door again for him to leave but Rhys didn't budge. 

"Amara, we have to talk about this," Rhys said softly, a slight hint of sadness in his voice but Amara ignored it. 

"No, we don't. Rhys, I can't do this and you know that. If I ever did feel like I needed to talk to you about this then I would do it but I don't and you can't just ambush me in my bedroom." 

"What do you have against Feyre?" Rhys asked Amara with a slight tilt of his head. He hadn't been oblivious to how Amara had been whenever Feyre was in the room or how relieved she seemed to be whenever Feyre was back in the Spring Court. 

Amara rolled her eyes and started to take her necklace off, setting it in her jewellery box. "I don't have anything against, Feyre. She's a sweet girl and I'm glad that her coming here is helping her. She deserves it. She's been through a lot." 

"You're right, she has. She doesn't need to deal with her friend treating her terribly." 

"I'm not treating her terribly." 

"Well you aren't exactly treating her nicely. She's worried you hate her for not marrying your brother. You should talk to her about it in the morning," Rhys said and started to leave. 

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that when she's currently in the Spring Court?" Amara asked with a raised eyebrow, trying to ignore everything that Rhys had just said. It would only make her anger towards the girl even worse. 

"Oh, right, I forgot you hadn't heard. Your brother locked her up. She had a panic attack so Mor and I went to get her. She's staying here for as long as she pleases now," Rhys stated simply. "We're having dinner at the House of Wind tomorrow. You're invited. Not necessary to attend though I suggest you do. Feyre needs people she can trust around her right now. For some reason you're still one of those people to her despite how you've been treating her. You need to start thinking about what she needs. What's best for her so that she can heal." 

"Right... because I don't need to heal either? Or have the scars on my face become invisible to you now?" Amara countered harshly, causing Rhys to shrug and leave the room. 

Amara sighed and leaned against her dresser. She knew that her anger towards Feyre was misdirected. It wasn't Feyre that she was mad at. It was Rhys and Tamlin and everyone else that acted like Amara was completely fine and not completely broken. Yes, Amara was well aware that Feyre had gone through a lot Under the Mountain, but she hadn't been the only one. Everyone had gone through something Under the Mountain and Feyre wasn't the only one that still needed to heal from it. 

Amara started to scratch at one of the marks on her hand, barely even realising that she had been doing it until she cut herself on one of the splinters that had been stuck in there. She sighed in relief as the splinter caught in her finger and out of her arm, pulling it out and throwing it on to the fire. Almost instantly, that small piece of the scar started to heal and Amara got tears in her eyes. It wasn't completely gone, there was still a little pink scar, but it was no longer blood red and that was a start. There was hope that they could lessen. That they wouldn't be so obvious and Amara was terrified to rely on that hope. 

Yes, Feyre had also gone through a lot Under the Mountain and yes, her mind still had to heal and process all of the trauma that she went through. Amara's body still had to heal though... her mind and her body were shattered and broken and she needed to heal. 

She didn't want people to stop helping Feyre or knowing what it was that Feyre needed the most to heal. Amara just wished that she had the same kind of thing.