Rhys, Cassian and Azriel sit on the floor with a glass jar in the middle containing all kinds of notes with names on them.
Azriel: takes 3 notes with names on them from the jar Okay Rhys. Fuck Marry Kill. Nesta, Tamlin and Tarquin.
Cassian laughs.
Rhys: Kill Nesta. Fuck Tarquin. And Marry Tamlin.
Azriel: Seriously?
Cassian: What! Marry Tamlin and Kill Nesta! She saved your damn baby and wife
Rhys: Yes, but I forget that scene in the next book. And if I marry Tamlin, I can make his life just as miserable as he made Feyre.
Cassian: Okay, okay my turn! Rocks back and forth like a teenage girl
Rhys: takes 3 notes from the glass jar Cassian. Fuck Marry Kill,
Jurian. Amren. Feyre.
Cassian: Kill Amren. Fuck Feyre and Marry Jurian.
Azriel: Who invented this game?
Rhys: You wanna fuck my mate?
Cassian: Uh, yeah. Azriel and I also want to experience flying sex sometime.
Azriel: Are there any secrets you keep to yourself?
Cassian: And Amren was mean to my sweet Nesta once.
Rhys: Nesta has been mean to everyone!
Cassian: And Jurian is pretty cute if you ask me. Oh. And he has seen your bedside manner for 50 years, so he can tell me all about it.
Azriel and Rhys look at Cassian silently.
Cassian: Okay! Azriel's turn now!
Azriel: I don't want anymore.
Cassian: Takes out 3 notes. Oooow this is really the simplest.
Fuck Marry Kill.
Elain, Gwyn, Eris.
Azriel: Stays quiet
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