The Archerons Older Brother

Chapter 9

Ivar woke up, by the feeling of someone watching him. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing even, and dared whoever was watching him to make a move. He sharpened his ears and could hear someone's soft breathing, behind him. The person seemed to move closer to Ivar's bed, and Ivar got ready.

He could hear whoever was behind him was close now. So Ivar jumped out from under the soft blankets, and grabbed whoever had sneaked inside his room. He spun himself and the stranger around, so he was above the stranger. Before he and the stranger were completely flat against the bed, he pinned the stranger's arms beside the stranger's head.

Ivar was ready to rip out the stranger's throat, if the stranger hadn't been the damn Shadow Singer! "What the fuck are you doing!?" Ivar asked the Shadow Singer under him. The Shadow Singer looked absolutely stunning, and this close Ivar could see every detail on the beautiful face.

"I got the job to tell you that you are invited for dinner" Azriel said looking up at Ivar, with those beautiful eyes. And those same eyes that looked directly in Ivar's, began to move down Ivar's face then down his body, and fast up to meet Ivars eyes again. At that Ivar remembered that he had the male pinned under him, and fastly got up letting Azriel go.

He took two steps back to give space for the male to get up. When Azriel was standing again, he gave a roll with his shoulder and and gave his wings a little stretch. Ivar could barely see the smile the Shadow Singer was trying to hide, but it was there. "What's so funny?" He asked Azriel in an annoyed voice. That just seemed to make the smile on Azriel's face grow, and Ivar had to look away from it.

"Nothing" said the male, dragging Ivar's eyes toward him again. Seeing that the smile was gone, but Azriel's eyes still seemed to smile somehow. "Good" Ivar said, still a little embarrassed from pinning the male down. "I'll leave you to it then" Said Azriel before he went over to the door.

When Ivar was sure that Azriel was gone he drew out a long breath. He never felt so embarrassed over protecting himself before. At home people would expect nothing less than what Ivar just did, but something about that male made him feel weird.

Ivar took a few steadying breaths and went to look for some fitting clothes.

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Ivar was currently on his way down some stairs that would lead him to the dinner room. He didn't know what to expect, but he kinda hoped he would see Nesta and Elain. And deep down he knew that he shouldn't expect much for Nesta, but he could hope.

He had made it down the stairs and was standing in front of a door, which would let him in the dinner room, and to whoever was in it. Ivar was a little nervous, so he did the only thing he was taught to do when something like this came up. Show no emotions.

He took the handle in his hand and opened the door. He was met with seven faces, all around the dinner table. Feyre and Rhysand sat the closest to the end of the table, beside Rhysand sat the long haired Illyrian warrior and beside him sat a little small female. In front of Rhysand sat Azriel, with two females beside him. One which he knew was sweet little Elain.

"Come sit" Feyre invited Ivar, as there was a free spot in front of Feyre and beside Azriel, he took that. When he had taken his seat, he looked around the table, and caught Elain with big eyes looking at him in disbelief. "Nesta couldn't make it" Feyre said, with a small smile. Ivar knew that Nesta had chosen not to come, but nodded his head in understanding.

"Hello I'm Morrigan, but just call me Mor" The blond female beside Elain said. "Greetings Mor" Ivar said with a little bow of his head toward the female. She looked happy, and apparently took it on her shoulders to introduce everyone.

"This is Amren" Mor told Ivar, pointing toward the small Female who had a weird dangerous look in her eyes, that told Ivar to run. "And this is Cassian" Mor pointed beside Amren to the long haired warrior. Cassian gave a thigh nod in Ivars direction, which told Ivar that the male hadn't forgotten about their little fight. But nonetheless nodded back to the warrior.

"Good, now that is done, can we get some food now?" Mor said, looking at Rhysand. Rhysand smiled, lifting his hand and snapped his fingers. And all kinds of food appeared at the table out of nowhere. All at the table began to fill on their plates, and Ivar followed suit.

When he was done, Ivar began to eat and the food was delicious! "So I heard you live in Owaxus" Cassian said to Ivar. "Yeah" Ivar replied, he didn't really wanna talk about that place. "Do you know who Koschei is?" Cassian asked, and received a hard look from Feyre. "I know that Koschei is said to be a death god, and is bound to some lake" Ivar answered Cassian's question.

He looked at Feyre and saw her eyes had gone distant, and so had Rhysands. But they both came to focus on Ivar and Feyre seemed slightly nervous, for whatever reason he didn't know. Feyre rolled her shoulders. "We believed that some fae from Owaxus is siding with Koschei" Feyre said to Ivar, his eyes going a little wide at the idea of siding with a death god. But feyre clearly wasn't done. "They make bargains with him, they help free him from the lake, and in return he make Owaxus a place for fae only"

Ivar had gone a little pale, he hadn't heard of anything in Owaxus about freeing Koschei! People in Owaxus were perfectly fine now, humans and fae lived together. Freeing a death god in Owaxus, seemed like a terrible idea! "I'm sorry, but this is the first thing I hear of this" Ivar told Feyre and Rhysand, both nodding their heads.

"If it wouldn't be too much to ask for, would you be our eyes and ears in Owaxus?" Rhysand asked Ivar. Ivar knew that he could easily help, but he was bound to Zene. "I would gladly help, but I'm bound to him I work for" Ivar said, Feyre and Rhysand looked confused at Ivar, so Ivar explained.

"I'm bound to the leader of the assassin keep, and if he asks about anything, I'm bound to tell him the truth" Ivar told them, hoping it would be clear that if he helped he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut about it. And luckily they seemed to get it.

"How can you be freed from him?" Came it from Azriel at his side. "I have to pay my debt, being sent to the autumn court will take half my debt away" Ivar said looking in Azriel's eyes, but looked back at Feyre and Rhysand to find the latter contemplating something.

"How much is your debt?" Said the high lord, in a deep voice.