A Court Of Flowers And Shadows {Azriel Shadowsinger}

Chapter Forty-Nine

"My sisters, Nesta and Elain Archeron," Feyre introduced. 

Amara ran a hand through her long blonde hair, ignoring the look that Elain sent her every now and again whenever one of Amara's scars glinted a little in the night. It had been bad enough dealing with the fae that stared at her scars but now she had to put up with it when it came to the humans now as well. The stares were making her feel insecure about the scars again. She was only just starting to feel okay with them. She didn't flinch when she looked at them anymore but now she was worried that it was going to start again. 

Maybe she'd stay with Dolores for a bit. That would make her feel better. 

Feyre then began the introductions. "Cassian," she said softly, tilting her head to the left. She then shifted to the right. "Azriel and Amara." She then did a half turn. "And Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court." 

Rhysand's response to Feyre introducing them was drowned out for Amara by the sound of Az's voice in her head. Stop scratching your scars. 

She looked down at her wrist and noticed that one of the scars had started bleeding. She quickly slipped her hand behind her back and let out a shaky breath. I'm fine. 

You're not fine. Don't lie. 

We are not talking about this right now, Az. Drop it. 

Fine, but we're talking about it later. 

Amara rolled her eyes at her mate as they started to make their way in to the dining room to eat. Nesta was sat at the head of the table, Elain (shaking and trembling) sat at her left while Feyre took the seat at her right. Cassian claimed the spot beside Elain, Amara sliding in to the seat beside him and Azriel taking the seat beside her. Rhysand took the seat beside Feyre. Amara noticed the way that Elain's grip tightened on her fork as Cassian shifted to try and get his wings comfy in the seat that was very clearly made for a human. Azriel's shifting wasn't as obvious and Rhysand was obviously fine because he didn't actually have his wings out that day. 

The sounds of everyone serving themselves filled the awkward silence that surrounded them all. Amara noticed the way that Feyre had to try and not cringe at the taste of the food so she subtly slid the salt shaker over to her. Feyre raised an eyebrow at her Amara. 

"Just trust me," Amara mouthed lightly before she sipped her drink. 

Nesta kept her eyes on Feyre though. "Is there something wrong with our food?" She asked flatly. 

Feyre made an effort to take another bite. "No," she said, swallowing the food before she gulped down some water. 

"So you can't eat normal food anymore - or are you too good for it?" 

Amara glanced over at Feyre, noticing Nesta's words for what they truly were. Not just a question but a challenge as well. Azriel's posture shifted a bit, him moving a little bit closer to Amara. Rhys's fork clanged against his plate and a small noise of distressed seemed to come from Elain. Feyre seemed to remain calm though and laid her hand flat against the table. 

"I can eat, drink, fuck, and fight just as well as I did before. Better, even." 

Unfortunately for Cassian, he was drinking water when this was said and he ended up choking. Amara managed to keep an amused smile off of her face (all of those years of training to be a Lady coming in to play). Azriel's hand moved to Amara's thigh, his thumb rubbing against the one smooth patch of skin there. He knew how much she hated him tracing over her scars. Amara sipped her glass of wine and shifted her leg closer to Azriel, liking the comfort that being near him made her feel.