A court of water and worlds

Chapter #27

Azriel knew Illyria wasn't worth saving.
Even though he had tried to be like Cassian and believe it could be better.
He had fought in their war, tried to protect them from themselves.
But they are the root of all of his problems.
Yes, he was born there, born an Illyrian.
He was also locked in a cell and tourchered there.
He watched his mother be torchered.
Illyrians were terrible to anyone who was not their kind.
They are terrible to their women.
They treat girls as servants and prostitutes.
They throw boys into the training pit and they throw children's dreams away.
So yes, Azriel hated Illyria.
He would love to see it burn.
They took Nesta, and they would pay dearly for it.
And his brothers would be the first to see his wrath.
Well, not his wrath.
As much as he'd love to shred his brothers into ribbons, he would let Cassian have the killing blow.
"Where is she?" Cassian growled, as they made their descent.
Azriel set Gwyn down but still stood a little in Front of her.
"Well who is this?" Drystan said, looking Gwyn up and down.
He felt Gwyn tremble so he put his hand on her lower back in support, and he felt her relax.
"Where is she?" Cassian repeated slowly.
"Cassian it's been a while, maybe we should catch
up—
Cassian siphons sparked bright red and he winced.
"You're hurting her, where is she!" Cassian yelled, lunging at them.
"Cas watch out," Gwyn said, unsheathing her blades.
Just then the creature Emrie had described came from around the house.
Ten of them followed.
"I wouldn't do that," Alac said to cassian.
"These are our Carrions gifted to us by the one and only... koschei."
Azriel didn't let his brothers see how shocked he was.
"You don't have the balls to partner up with a death god," Gwyn said, narrowing her eyes at them.
Azriel almost laughed, almost.
"Darling, I'm sure if you spent some time alone with me I could teach you a lot about my balls," Drystan said, winking at Gwyn who looked absolutely disgusted.
"Enough," Azriel said, fury laced in every letter.
He would never let someone talk to Gwyn like that and live.
"Where is Nesta?" Azriel said, trying to keep calm.
"O, is that your whore's name?" He asked Cassian who looked like he was about to explode.
Cassian looked to Azriel.
Azriel could see that Cas didn't care that they were surrounded. He would rip Azriel's brothers apart.
Azriel nodded to Cassian but he didn't move.
Cassian looked to Gwyn, asking her if it was ok.
She nodded and smiled.
She had something planned that couldn't be good.
Before Cassian could lunge at them he scented Gwyn.
She smelt like strawberry cake.
Azriel turned to her, she looked so delicious he wanted to just—-
He looked into her eyes, terror.
She was using her power, why.
Cassian's head turned to her and the tension in his shoulders was gone.
"How about you take us inside and tell us about this whole deal with koschei," Gwyn asked and her voice sounded ethereal.
Like, more so than usual.
"Of course," Alac said, getting an eyeful of Gwyn as she walked towards them.
"Come inside, please," said Drystan.
—-
Gwyn was panicking.
She didn't have control over her power and it was going to take over her actions soon enough.
She could feel the magic start to cloud up her brain.
She followed them inside with Cassian and Azriel behind her.
They brought them into a living space with a couch, chairs and a fireplace.
"Please sit," Alac said, sitting on the couch and patting on the seat beside him.
Just then Cassian took Gwyn's hand and lead her to a chair.
She looked into his eyes and found that they were not filled with lust.
They are normal hazel.
Was he not affected?
She watched Azriel take the other chair.
That was not like him, he would usually stand.
Her powers were affecting him, making him relaxed and distracted.
Everyone was looking at her, drinking her in.
Everyone except Cassian, he was standing behind her.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Ask them about Nesta."
Right, Nesta.
Gwyn felt a little light headed but she refused to succumb to her power.
"Where is Nesta?" Gwyn asked, twirling her hair around her finger.
They all just watched like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
Gwyn liked this, liked this control.
"She is not here. She is being delivered to Koschei as we speak,"
Gwyn could feel a burst of rage from Cassian.
He leaned down again and said "ask them about their deal with Koschei and what my mate has to do with it."
Gwyn's brain was getting foggier and foggier but she managed to ask, "why are you delivering Nesta to Koschei?"
"To finish our end of the bargain. We promised him an ancestor in return for the carrions, they are meant to help us win this civil war. Now enough talk of war, what is your name darling?" Alac asked, standing up.
Gwyn just then realized how tall he was.
He was taller than Azriel but his height didn't quite fit his body.
And his hair wasn't Azriel's midnight black but sandy blond.
Gwyn looked into his blue eyes and started to feel uncomfortable.
Her power started to recoil.
She could see the lust in their eyes slowly start to fade away.
Well at least her power didn't take control of her.
She saw Azriel take a sharp inhale and shoot out of his chair.
"What did you just do, witch?!" Drystan snarled.
Then Cassian unleashed himself.