𝐅𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, Cassian

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

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          CASSIAN STOOD IN THE HALLWAY OF THE TOWN HOUSE, BREATHING IN DEEPLY THROUGH HIS NOSE AS HE LISTENED TO HIS MATE'S SOFT VOICE. He felt a different kind of rage and was ready to destroy all of The Winter Court just to find her bastard of a father. He didn't deserve to have a daughter and most certainly deserved whatever Cassian was going to give him when he found him. He hadn't been able to stay away from the house, despite Feyre's warnings.      

He would not let her go now that he was holding her in his arms. When Rhysand had put her to sleep, keeping her from dreaming, Azriel had caught her before she'd fallen to the ground. Roman slid down the tree, nose covered in blood, as Cassian rushed forward and took her from the shadowsinger. He slid one arm beneath her knees and one around her shoulders, her head lolling into the crook of his neck.

"Kill him." snarled Cassian toward his High Lord. "He deserves to die."

"Cassian-" began Rhysand, holding up his hand.

"Look what he did!" Cassian cradled the woman to his chest as Azriel and his shadows now held onto the Illyrian camp leader.

"And he will suffer for it." said Rhysand, eyes narrowed at his general to try and make him listen. "But we need to figure out what has brought this on. Azriel, have at him."

The shadowsinger gave a single nod and both he and Roman disappeared from their sights. Cassian felt blood dribble down his cheek and glanced down at his mate sleeping peacefully in his arms. Her blood stained his fighting leathers and the scent of it nearly send him in another frenzy. "She weighs nothing, Rhys." breathed Cassian, helplessly. "How - h -"

He felt Rhysand touch his shoulder and the forest around them disappeared with a single blink, covering them in wind and darkness. "Let's take her home."

The warmth of The Town House enfulged the three of them and Feyre came thundering down the stairs with alarm on her face.

"I've set up a room." she urged as Rhys had told her through their bond what had happened. "Madja is on her way."

Cassian hadn't even noticed he had started walking until he reached one of the spare rooms, now readied with medical supplies and more. Not once in his life did he think he'd find her, find his mate. And then there she was, soaked in blood and scared out of her mind in one of the many Illyrian camps that had never obeyed to Rhysand. The female was so small and malnourished and his grip on her tighened slightly. He didn't want to let her go.

"Cass," Rhysand tried, placing his hand on his brother's shoulder once more. "let Madja take a look at her. She will be in good hands."

Madja hurried into the room, holding a bag of supplies by her side. Her dark skin was covered by a simple dress, one she always wore when she'd come to aid them. The High Fae was the best healer in Velaris and her dark eyes fell onto the girl in the general's arms.

Very reluctantly did Cassian lay her on the bed, hands moving slowly as he tried to make her comfortable. Dark strands of hair splayed around her head on the pillow, eyes still closed under Rhysand's thrall.

"I will need to undress her." said Madja, gently as she took in Cassian's stiff posture. "You and the High Lord will need to leave us."

"Of course," nodded Rhysand.

Feyre squeezed Cassian's arm when his eyes widened and reassured him. "I'll stay here. Go with Rhys, she is in good hands."

The General had a pained expression on his face and let Rhys pull him away from the room. Once the door closed he rested his forehead against the cooling wood and heard shuffling and soft murmers on the other side of the door.