The Illyrian Warrior

Chapter Thirty-Two

"Good morning, Lovebirds".

Cassian's arrogant voice was the last thing Davina wanted to wake up to. She peeled open one eye and glared at Cassian, he was looming over them with a grin that promised an eternity of teasing. Davina and Azriel were thoroughly intertwined on her bed, her legs tangled with his and his arms wrapped protectively around her. She noticed that his shadows had been withdrawn tightly around his body, only the occasional soft caress passed her leg or arm.

"Go away Cassian", Davina groaned, snuggling further into Azriel's chest as he awoke slowly.

Azriel swatted away Cassian's face while also trying to get comfortable in their bed.

"Wakey, wakey! We have work to do!" Cassian said tearing off their blankets.

"Hey!" Davina said protesting at the sudden cold, "I could've been naked under there!"

Cassian barked a laugh, "unlikely".

Davina glared at him but sat up anyways. She was here to help the Illyrians not cuddle with Azriel.

"Come on brother!" Cassian said poking Azriel's side.

Azriel growled, "try that again and we will see who's smug".

Cassias's grin didn't relent, if anything it grew wider. Davina decided that now was a great time to excuse herself and go and get changed. She ignored the nonsense Cassian was spewing about Davina not looking "tired" enough, he was only doing it so Azriel would get wound-up.

Davina quickly bathed, using lukewarm water and whatever age-old soap was sitting on the counter, before dressing in her Illyrian leathers. She made sure her siphons gleamed in their positions, and that she felt confident before re-entering the main room.

As she walked in she was unsurprised to see Cassian nursing a bruised jaw while Azriel casually made breakfast.

"Hungry?" Azriel asked without turning around.

"Starved", Davina replied as she sat at the table.

"I'm sure you are", Cassian said suggestively, Azriel didn't need to turn around as one of his shadows thwacked Cassian across the face. Cassian hissed at the pain.

"Prick", Cassian mumbled while Davina struggled to hold back a laugh.

Azriel didn't bother hitting him again and only rested three servings of porridge in front of each of them. Cassian wrinkled his nose at the smell.

"There were limited ingredients", Azriel shrugged as he began eating his own, "besides you should be used to it".

Cassian glared at him, "what's that supposed to mean?"

Azriel tried to hide a smirk at his response, "well I don't recall Nesta being a great cook".

Before Azriel could relish in his comeback, Cassian had flung some of the porridge at his face.

"At least my mate cooks for me", he spat.

Davina was trying hard not to burst out laughing as Azriel's jaw was agape, the dig at their difficult mating situation had him baffled.

"You little shit!" Azriel said before flinging some of his porridge straight back.

Davina quickly ate her porridge before an all out food war occurred in the kitchen. Cassian and Azriel were bickering like little kids, Davina couldn't help but wonder if this is exactly how they behaved when they were kids.

Davina was quietly chuckling to herself as Azriel smudged porridge in Cassian's hair before the door swung open, revealing a very confused Rhysand.

All eyes swivelled to him as he leant against the doorframe, hands in pockets.