The Savior

Apologies

Azriel P.O.V

Tamlin, the Faerie killer, was at his door. Knocking on it. He looked terrified. Good, he should be after the pain he had caused Acalla.

"What do you want?" Azriel growled, "come to doubt her some more?"

"No," Tamlin said.

"Then what?" Az said.

"I came to apologize," he said.

That stopped Azriel in his place. The great Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, who hated the Night Court so much, was here to apologize.

Azriel could almost laugh.

"I know," Tamlin said, "I have done horrible things, but I need to apologize for them."

Azriel didn't know if he should let him.

"It's okay Az, let him in," a small voice said behind him.

"Are you sure?" Az asked.

Her small hand was on his shoulder.

"Yes," she said.

He nodded allowing Tamlin to walk into the room.

He could still hear everything that would be said, but he wanted her to feel like she had privacy.

She deserved that and much more for her pain.

Tamlin P.O.V

Tamlin stood there awkwardly. He didn't know how to start. How to say sorry for all the horrible things he had done and said.

"My father beat me until the day he left for the first war with the humans," she said, "He treated me like property, told me I was nothing more than a breeding dog."

Tamlin's father had told him similar things about women, but he couldn't believe it to be true. Especially not now. He had many female friends growing up, despite his father's resistance towards it.

"When I heard about him dying in the war with Hybern I didn't know exactly how to feel, I was angry because he was my father, but relieved because he would never hurt me again," she said.

She looked at him then.

"Thank you for that," she said.

He let out a sharp laugh.

"You're thanking me?" Tamlin said, "I killed your father, said horrible things to you and you're thanking me."

She nodded.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he begged, collapsing onto the floor.

He didn't care that he looked weak in her eyes now or that the shadowsinger could hear him. He was so tired of being strong. 

He lost the woman he thought he loved because he was protecting her too much. His father had taught him that if a woman didn't listen then you lock her up. He didn't know any better.

His father had taught him all these things that had been so wrong but they had been what he had known.

His mate was not weak. She was his strength, his sunshine, his everything. 

He had his whole family killed in front of him. He was so tired.

His best friend wouldn't even look at him anymore.

He didn't know how to do anything anymore.

His life was in shambles around him.

He suddenly felt a soft hand on his head.