"I don't need to tell you pricks anything, I have my own reasons for being here and they don't concern three idiots who won't-" I was cut off as a force came slamming into me.
I look up in anger at the man who was now towering over me, his nostrils...
I struggled against the cuffs holding me in place on this chair. I'd tried turning to shadow plenty of times as I had in winter court in my escape from Ziven...but to no avail.
"That won't work, they're warded against that magic shadowsinger." One of the three men across the room had spoken. I ignored it and refused to stop trying earning a scoff from him.
They'd been discussing me in front of me in the meantime...pricks.
I'd been sat here about an hour and I had put names to faces. The two winged Illyrians were the men I'd seen under the mountain months ago. And I knew who it was in between them, it was Rhysand, high lord of the night court. I mean it was no surprise he was here just how had he gotten here so quickly? Surely he'd be residing in the court of nightmares?
"No, she's running or, well, hiding from someone or something." The one that had shadows dancing around him, Azriel, spoke...shadows like mine...that's how he'd caught me on the streets. Prick.
The other, Cassian, who was just as big and broad but with longer hair and slightly darker skin than the other two, like he spent more time outside flying then spoke "what makes you say that Az?" Az? More like Ass.
"Well she was so quick to run from me without me even having spoken to her." I hated the fact they were speaking about me as though I wasn't even there, but the moment I'd opened my mouth to begin arguing with them when I was brought here the cuffs had gone around including a shadow gag, courtesy of Azriel around my mouth removing my ability to speak.
Rhysand cut in "so how do you think she came to find herself in Velaris, how would she have known where it is, I removed it from everyone's memories during Amarantha and I know everyone who has come in and out of here. No one has seen her before ever." Velaris? So that's what this city was called. Even had they removed the gag I wasn't about to tell the high lord or his winged freaks anything.
"I think you should take a look Rhys." Azriel spoke. I knew what he was referencing to and ensured my mental shields were slammed up.
"That's the first thing I tried, she knows how to shield against that, I don't know how she learnt to, but she does." He sighed in frustration.
"Do you think hybern sent her?" Cassian spoke and then answered himself "no, they don't know about Velaris."
"Well what are we going to do? Kill her?" Azriel suggested "No." Rhys snapped curtly. "I'm not killing a girl for all we know could be an innocent for wondering the streets of Velaris. That would be wrong."
"Well how do we know we can trust her?" Cassian questioned. This causes the three of them to look in my direction. I glare in response.
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Rhysand strides over to me, leaning down to my level and asks "can we trust you?" I scoff and roll my eyes at this remark. They remain silent, serious about the question being asked.
I give a humorous 'you're serious?' Look before I give in and nod my head, unable to answer because of the gag. The shadows around my mouth disperse, the same with the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I shoot up from the chair, angry as all three of them stand on guard at my sudden movements.
"Are you fucking serious?" I spit out in anger "you tie me to a chair, gagged and bound and talk in front of me as though I'm not there?? Expecting to find out my reasoning for being in this... what was it? Velaris? Without even letting me speak! I've been kidnapped before but I've never once-" I was cut off by Rhysand "you're not being kidnapped-" I cut back in "oh so I came with that winged freak willingly?" This earned a snarl from Azriel.
"Well, no, but I'm sure you can understand why we-" Cassian started but I shoved past them and left the room. Storming down the hallway of this huge house I now found myself in.
I reached what looked to be the main dining area, it was surrounded by huge windows and seemed to be stationed on a mountain, a very windy one at that by the looks of it.
"This is the house of wind." Rhysand stated as the three of them followed up behind me.
"House of wind? How original." I roll my eyes and stride towards the window to look down at the view.
Azriel snarls "you should think about how you speak to my high lord." I turn and scoff at him, and the offence he'd taken from a small jib.
As I'm gazing out at the view Rhysand speaks "you'll be staying here for the time being." I whirl around readying myself to snap at him. "Only until we know we can trust you, maybe if you'd like to start by telling how you've come to find yourself in Velaris?"
"Go play with the naga" I snap at him. How dare he assume I'm here working for someone else, working for hybern they'd said before, as if I'd ever take orders from anyone.
"Well if you don't tell us how do we know we can trust you to let you leave?" Azriel butts in.
"How do I know I can trust you" I question back at him in annoyance. His shadows begin to flow quicker - a sign of anger, mine were similar how they reacted depending on my mood.
"Respectfully, you're the one who's broken into our territory and won't tell us why you're here." Obviously I wasn't going to tell them why I was here, for all I know from that I've heard about the night court they'd sell me out and I'd be back with Ziven. Although from all I had heard of the night court Rhysand wasn't living up to his cruel reputation...strange.
"I don't need to tell you pricks anything, I have my own reasons for being here and they don't concern three idiots who won't-" I was cut off as a force came slamming into me.
I look up in anger at the man who was now towering over me, his nostrils flared as he took heavy breaths in and out, staring down at me in rage.
I mirrored this as I looked up at him, my own anger causing my shadows to whip around sharply.
We stare at each other in the eyes, neither of us backing down as the other two shout at him trying to call him off.
His shadows come dancing around him to meet mine in turn. A moment passes and it feels as though the shadows part to reveal an invisible string tying us together.
