𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙎 (𝙖𝙯𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 )

𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁

Chapter Seven
Pool Of Moonlight

"Feyre I can explain," I started, hiding the dagger in my back pocket. Moving closely to her, she merely tilted her head, her hair parting to reveal her round ears in the candlelight.

"No need too," Feyre shrugged, crossing her legs. Despite being utterly human, she was absolutely terrifying. Perhaps it was her bravery, or perhaps...she knew everything. Confidence never comes without knowledge of one's enemy.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, facing her. "Please don't tell anyone."

My voice was meek and quiet. Pleading. Begging. Fortunately, Feyre took no satisfaction in the shame on my face. Still, I was cowering before her.

I hated it.

"You know a way out," Feyre murmured, glancing up at me. I tilted my head, confused with the vagueness of her question.

"Please," Feyre whispered, clasping her hands in mine, "Help me escape."

I scoffed and stood up, backing away now. "No, Feyre you can't. You know this."

"I can't just abandon my family! No one else will feed them," Feyre shouted, the small vase on my nightstand rattling.

"They're well taken care of, I swear on it," I reassured her, but doubt clouded her grey eyes.

Feyre shook her head and stood up, muttering something under her breath as she stormed out. I tried not to note her clenched fists as the door slammed behind her.

Flopping on my bed, I stripped off my leather pants and threw them across the room. Too tired to bother with bathing, or even getting in a nightgown, a swift sleep claimed me soon.

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Shadows had clouded my vision, and the fists in front of me steadied. Above me was a night sky, but this one put the Spring Court's beauty to shame. The Spring Court was pleasant but this sky, dotted with pure light, was breathtaking.

One fist flew out, punching a bag. A small seam in it ripped, sand trickling out. However, the other fist slammed into it just as hard. Darkness crept onto one of the scarred arms, while the tattooed pair swatted them away.

Something inside of me, inside of this dream, snapped.

By the time I awoke, my pillow was drenched in sweat. Leaping up to my mirror, my eyes were wide with horror. I would know that pair of arms anywhere.

I gulped and prayed silently to the Cauldron that Azriel wasn't dreaming about me as well.

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"I can't believe they're swimming...naked," I remarked, crossing my arms across my chest. Tamlin had taken me, Lucien, and Feyre to spend a day in the glen to celebrate Feyre's work of catching the Suriel.

Now a celebration turned scandal, my cheeks reddened to think of the things they were doing in that pond.

"I think that Tamlin can handle himself," Lucien replied, dipping his feet into the water.

It was silver, sparkling with life. Tamlin remarked that it was pure moonlight but I was still hesitant to believe it. However, when I waded in that pond, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the pools of moonlight.

"So can Feyre," I murmured. Sending a quick flick of water at Lucien, he jerked his head back before giving me a menacing stare.