But Home is Nowhere

Chapter 3

Azriel swiftly made his way to Rhysand's office in the House of Wind for a debriefing with Cassian, Nesta, and Bryce after their return to Prythian. The group had been successful in their rescue efforts and the trio returned with Bryce's mate and brother in tow. His shadows had told him that the two new arrivals had been beaten and bloody with healers rushing to the northern residential wing of the Moonstone Palace. He knew he should have accompanied them on their trip, especially after hearing of their losses of at least two spies as the group made their way out. If he had gone with them then he certainly wouldn't have been forced to subject you to –

He stopped short at the scene before him, at the absolute fury that radiated off the eldest Archeron sister. His shadows and siphons immediately responded to the small thrum of power emanating off her. He smized he finally had his answer regarding the amount of power the cauldron determined she was worthy to keep after helping Feyre deliver Nyx.

Nesta stood before his brother's desk, her hands balled into fists at her sides, chest heaving. Rhysand sat in his high back chair, elbows resting against the dark wood of the desk. Only the swirling rage in his eyes giving any indication of his emotions. A large stack of books lay sprawled on the floor. Loose papers fluttered their way back down. A well of black ink had been topped over, its contents staining the already dark mahogany and the High Lord's face. Bryce sat in one of the chairs opposite the desk, picking at her nails. Her eyes darting between the fighting in-laws.

"I don't know what more you want me to say Nesta," Rhys rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I have apologized to the woman and have provided for her. Lucien is keeping her company and assisting her in finding a way back to her home, but she will remain in the eastern wing for the time being." Fuck. So, he hadn't removed the letter Lucien left in the House before either Nesta or Cassian read it. Not that Azriel wanted to hide (Y/N)'s existence from the pair, he just wanted to explain that he agreed with the male. The human girl was of no threat, despite her highly unexpected and unsettling arrival. Given Nesta's current disposition it appeared that she had already gone to the Moonstone Palace as Lucien requested.

"You have her sealed inside the place just like that Spring Court bastard did to Feyre," Nesta spat, the information hitting Azriel square in the chest. The image of (Y/N)'s terror filled (e/c) eyes flashed through his mind. Had his word not been enough to convince his brother of her innocence? Yes, she was no longer swathed in the darkness, the darkness that he was solely responsible for, but to still be a prisoner... He hadn't wanted that for her. He wanted her to feel safe. She deserved at least that much, if not more. Azriel's attention snapped back to the conversation before him.

"She's just a girl Rhys," Cassian spoke up from his position between his mate and the desk. "Nes and I spent the whole day with her. She-"

"You have dedicated an entire part of your court to the protection of traumatized females," Nesta snarled, "You have created laws to ensure those that cause harm to innocents pay for their actions. Yet you violate everything that you've built by having her tortured and locked away for the past month! What does she have to do to convince you that she is not a threat?" Rhysand let out a breath, despite his efforts to exude a sense of calm, it was clear that the male was exhausted.

"I honestly don't know at this point," The admission was one that Azriel didn't expect, "But my decision stands." Nesta clicked her tongue, arms crossing as she finally removed her gaze from the High Lord.

"I will not be keeping this from my sister," Nesta seethed. Her steel infused eyes landed on Azriel and he tried not to balk from the fury now directed at him. Her gait was steady as she approached, arms crossing over her chest. Despite him being a good 5 inches taller than her, Nesta managed to look down her nose at him.