BROKEN WINGS • ACOTAR

Chapter 8

They were all sat at the breakfast table, Azriel blocking his ears and groaning into his bowl of fruit, Mor grinning wildly -bottle of wine already in hand. Amren was muttering under her breath, eyes glowing with power. Rhys was rambling about how absolutely perfect and beautiful Feyre -his mate- was. Cassian and Calix now sat impossibly close, Butterfly giggling next to Calix and successfully stealing Azriel's food.

Rhys soon quietened and everyone realised that he was thinking about Feyre. About how she was stuck with Tamlin. About how Feyre might never love him. About how he would be okay with that as long as she was happy.

"We should go party. Tonight." Calix said.

"Why?" Rhys frowned on confusion, trying to remember if there was anything to celebrate that day.

"Because that's what bad b****es do and I'm trying to get you lot to join me in being absolute sl**'s. And I wanna get drunk."

Cassian laughed, "Seriously?"

"Yeah. When have I ever been anything but serious?"

Cassian and Butterfly both rose their brows at each other.

Morrigan sat there and giggled into the bottle of wine, pulling Butterfly into her lap.

"Hey! Stop stealing my child!"

"No."

"Cassian! Mor's trying to steal my child!"

Cassian shrugged, "I'll get you a new one."

Calix gasped at him and slapped his arm, desperately trying to stop himself from laughing.

Rhys wiggled his brows, "Or are you gonna help him make one?"

"Rhys, you need a female to carry the baby? Are you drunk?" Morrigan questioned.

A sudden look of realisation covered Rhys' features. "Oh yeah."

Amren stared directly at Calix. "We need to get back to the topic at hand."

"If you wanted to f***, all you had to do was tell me."

Cassian snorted, hiding his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with the effort of not laughing out loud.

Amren glared. "No. We need to talk about what you are, boy."

"I'm an actual f***ing nightmare."

"You know what I am, it would only be fair if I knew for sure what you were."

Calix sighed, "What if I told you your suspicions were correct?"

"Then I would tell the whole of Prythian that we have a potential threat living amongst us."

"What if I told you that I'm not a threat? At least not to Prythian?"

"Then I would question whose side you'd be on if a war arises."

"What if I told you that I would be on Cassian's?"

"Then I would pray to the Mother that our enemies run before they suffer the most brutal death."

Morrigan had slowed the bouncing of her hip, resting Butterfly on it and staring at them like they'd both grown 5 heads each. Azriel let no emotions show yet it was obvious he was analysing everything about Calix, wondering if he truly was a threat.

Rhys looked at them in confusion muttering, 'What the actual f***?' every now and again.
Cassian had his hand on Calix' thigh, rubbing circles into his skin. He seemed to try and comfort him against something, he didn't even know what that something was.

Amren grinned at Calix from across the table, her eyes glowing dangerously. Calix sent a wink at Amren and a smirk at Cassian as he placed his own hand on Cassian's thigh, taunting him, his hand creeping dangerously higher and higher.

Cassian was a bit more than flustered at this point.

"Cassian? Are you alright?" Rhys asked, brows furrowed.

Cassian cleared his throat and croaked, "I-I'm fi-fine."

Calix grinned at him, at the effect he had on him. Calix suddenly stood up.

"Well, come on then! We don't have all day! A party's waiting for us!"