A Love From A Different World

Chapter 16

Mor was still unhappy with the newest developments. Had Rhys completely lost his mind? She knew he was...different when it came to the girl, but this was war. And no one could afford the consequences if her cousin wasn't thinking straight.

"Rhys," She tried following him.

"I thought I told you to the Summer Court," Rhysand abruptly stopped and turned towards Mor. "What are you doing here?"

"I already went," The blond waved her hand trying to stay on the topic that was Celaena. "You and Celaena-"

Rhysand didn't want to hear what she had to say regarding the human. Mostly because whatever she would say would probably be true and it terrified him. He was sure that Celaena terrified them all.

"What happened at the Summer Court?"

Mor watched her cousin for a minute. She looked at him with pity before changing the subject. "Tarquin agreed when he heard about the wall."

At least there was some good news. "So he agreed to an alliance?"

"Yes, but he wants to meet-"

"When?"

"This week."

Rhysand nodded his head. The faster they agreed on the terms of their treaty the faster they could act. Which would hopefully be before the King of Hybern acted. "Set up a date," He said before walking away, and this time, Mor did not follow.

As soon as he got to his study, Rhysand immediately slumped against the closed door. He tried slowing down his speeding heart as he analyzed the tattoo that was currently painted over his arm. He still had Celaena's scent in his nostril, and would always have it; it had been ingrained in his brain forever. There was too much that he didn't understand, too much to process. It had taken everything in him not to crumble right there and then. The way Celaena had looked at him had taken his breath away; void of fear. Rhys had thought that his heart might burst. If he was right...if he was right, it changed everything. That is, if she felt it too. However, he wouldn't hold his breath, Celaena gave no indication that she felt anything- unless, yes, unless she too was pretending as he was. The thought comforted him a little as he sat on the ground, hand on his chest, a faint smile on his face.

Unbothered by such feelings was Celaena, three doors down and one floor above. She too rested on the ground, for a totally different reason, however. Door locked and chalk in hand, Aelin had just finished the Wyrdmarks. It had taken a little longer than usual but Celaena had been determined to make it perfect. If anything should happen to Rhysand before she asked for her wish she needed to be prepared. So here she was, drawing again the symbols to open a portal. A typical afternoon for the assassin.

Celaena waited hopelessly as she finished the symbol waiting for something to happen. One minute, two, three passed, and the girl all but chug the chalk away in frustration. But then, the light in her room flicked. The lit candles shook, the window bursted open, the air intensified. Celaena did not dare breath, fearing that the slightest of movements would stop whatever was happening.

Excitement bubbled in her chest as she was a figure of mist form in front of her. She had reached out towards Nehemia again, anxious to see her dear friend again. Though she was not exactly sure how her friend would be able to help her in this situation, the princess had definitely known a lot more about Wyrdmarks than Celaena ever did.

All Aelin's hope died instantly as the translucid figure fully transformed. With a sour look, Aelin asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"It's been a long time, Aelin," said Princess Elena with a soft smile.