Battle Scars

Bogge

"Azriel will kill me," Rhys said, rubbing his forehead while Eve stood in front of him, her legs tapping the ground. "No, he won't," Eve replied with more assurance than she was feeling. "I will take Lucien with me," she offered.

"And you just had to choose tomorrow?" Rhys asked, exasperated. He had planned to ask Eve anyway but this seemed very short-notice to him.

"Someone needs to see him, Rhys," Eve replied quietly. Someone needed to pacify him before the news of Feyre' pregnancy reached the insane High Lord. Rhys let out a low growl. "Let me be of help this way," and Rhys slowly but surely nodded. Eve was offering herself and he was going to ask her anyway. Might as well as let her go tomorrow while his other members dealt with the Trove and Vallahan.

"Az will kill me," he whispered but his shoulders had sagged a little, as if some of the tension that had been there in his body had left because of her offer.

She decided to let go of the verbal ass-kicking she had planned for him for keeping the news of the dangers of the pregnancy from Feyre. Later. She would do that later.

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Eve sat on the bed, cross-legged, as she watched Az get ready. The leathers, similar to what he had worn in the Hybern War were already on, and now he was strapping his other weapons safe the Truth-Teller which was already in place.

She knew he knew she was watching him by the slight smirk that decorated his face. It was no joke though, not when she was worrying herself over the possibilities of everything that might go down today.

"Have you ever gone there before?" Eve asked. Az shook his head, "no. I have only ever scouted where the Weaver lived and Under the Mountain in the Middle before. It is a dangerous place," his face darkened, "even for me."

"You are not good at selling this, especially that you don't want me to come," Eve replied, crossing her hands. Azriel huffed, close to a laugh, before turning toward Eve fully. "Rhys told me you have another assignment for today." Traitor, Eve thought, but nevertheless nodded. Someone needed to see him and who better than her? She had not forgotten or forgiven him completely but she was better of the option than Rhys and others who would not think twice before killing him should he say anything even remotely disgusting. 

But Tamlin would owe her always- for her sparing his life she was privy of. He was the reason she did not have her other, better soul with her. Azriel might be her soulmate and Rhys might be her brother-in-fight but Mike would always be her platonic star-crossed soul.

"You stay safe, and I will stay safe," Eve bargained. "Deal." A deal which she signed with a kiss till Cassian came banging on the door, demanding them to come for breakfast before they left.

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"I would think you wouldn't ever want to see his face again," Lucien mused as Eve stood at the entry of the manor. She shrugged in response, "I don't. But sometimes you have to do things even if you don't like them." Lucien shook his head from where he stood beside her. "Last chance to back out," he said.

"Contrary to what you believe, Lucien, I am actually looking forward to this."

Ever since Azriel had left along with Nesta and Cassian something like stone had settled in her stomach. She needed this distraction, welcomed it only so that she did not go after them- her heart lurching with fear, shock and vigilance whose intense origin she was unsure of.

"As you wish then, Lady," Lucien replied. Eve appreciated him trying to lighten her mood, even if he was failing miserably.

They entered the manor as one unit, searching for Tamlin. Eve sniffed the faint smell of a meadow wafting its way from one of the rooms. She was still getting used to her heightened senses and cringed but nodded in that direction to Lucien nevertheless.