𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 | azriel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

The concert came to an end and Flavia sat there in awe. Two hundred years had passed since she had seen all of the musicians perform and it was just as beautiful as she remembered. Flavia continued to sit in her seat even as the curtains were drawn and everyone began to leave the theatre.

"Flavia," Azriel said, nudging her arm. "Are you ready to go?"

"Oh?" Flavia said as she was snapped out of her trance. "Yes, of course."

Azriel stood first and offered Flavia his arm and the two walked out of the theatre together. Adrenaline was still coursing through her veins as she rambled on to Azriel about the performance. Despite that he was sitting directly next to her through the entire performance, she described everything in great detail.

As they left the theatre, they picked up two glasses of wine on the way out before making their way to the harbour. It was quiet as the tavern was closed. The only sound was the sea just beyond the wall.

"Shit," Azriel muttered.

"What is it?" Flavia asked.

"I left my jacket in the theatre," Azriel said.

"Go back and get it," Flavia said, sitting down on a bench with her drink. "I'll wait here. It's quite peaceful."

"Are you sure?" Azriel said. "I don't want to leave you alone."

"I'll be fine," Flavia said, taking the wine Azriel had out of his hands. "The only thing in danger here is your wine."

"I won't be too long," Azriel said.

"I'll be here," Flavia said and took a sip from her drink.

Flavia watched until Azriel was out of sight before turning her attention to the large stretch of sea. It was beautiful even in the dark. Flavia decided that she wanted to return to the Summer Court more often.

A whistle was directed Flavia's way as two fae males sauntered over to her. Flavia rolled her eyes.

"Look what we have here," the shorter one of the two said. "We haven't seen you around here before.

"For good reason," Flavia mumbled and took a sip from her drink.

"Would you look at that, Aerin? She has bite," the taller one said, getting uncomfortably close to Flavia. "I like that."

Flavia looked over her shoulder but couldn't find Azriel anywhere, not even a sliver of his shadows. Panic rose within her, she only knew basic self defence and she was sure that wouldn't work on the two males standing before her.

"Would you two imbeciles mind leaving me alone?" Flavia snapped as she spotted a shadow dart into her view then out once again.

The shorter male, Aerin, slid into the seat beside her. "Don't be like that. All we are doing is being friendly."

Flavia rolled her eyes and stood from her seat. "I think you and I have different definitions of friendly."

Flavia didn't know exactly which direction Azriel was in but she began to walk regardless, wanting nothing more than to get away from the two males. Just as she thought she was far enough away, a hand gripped onto her upper arm tightly, pulling her back.

"Get the fuck off me!" Flavia exclaimed, attempting to pull her arm away.

"Come on, have one drink with us," the taller one said, pulling her back to his chest. "We'll show you a good time."

Flavia continued to struggle but despite her attempts, the grip the male had on her was like iron. She did the only thing she could with the limbs she had free. She stomped her heel into the male's foot repeatedly. And she did it again. And again. And again. Until the heel of her shoe plunges fully into the male's foot, blood spraying on her foot.