In The Mist of Shadows

Chpt. 26

"YOU ALLOWED HER TO BRING HER FATHER HERE?!" Rhysand threw Tarquin against the nearest pillar, threatening to throw him over the mountain his residence resided on.

His guards closed in but he held up his hand. "She needed to-"

"THIS IS GOING TO BRING WAR!"

"You don't think I haven't already planned for it?" Rhysand's face dropped. "She came to me last night and asked for an army. So I have given her my own, and somehow she persuaded your general to command the Illyrian legions here. She felt this was the only way to stop him. I'm sorry but who's to say he won't try the next rip to take over our world?"

Rhysand looked like nothing but pure death as his nostrils flared and his eyes looked at the male with the promise of- Drums began beating. Loud and mighty. They echoed through the Court, ringing in all their ears. "They're here." Amren spoke.

Adela stood, face covered in blood and looked to Rhysand. "I understand if my position gets taken from me, but this is for my Court, for you and our family."

He snarled. "We will talk about this later. How big is your father's army?"

"Big. But they can't fly, or winnow. I can only because I am of royal blood." She choked out the r-word.

"Then I guess we have an advantage."

"You would have done this for Feyre, for your home." She spit out in answer to his disgusted look.

"Not this idiotic."

Not even Azriel fought against his words. He was beyond hurt and angry she lied and hid this from him, she could feel it despite him pretending he was fine. "They should almost be at the field now." She spoke to Tarquin.

"Then we go now. Would you like me to winnow you?"

"I'm okay, help my brother and I'll help my-... Azriel." He gave her the same look of disgust that made her heart wretch. Could the bond be severed that easily?

"See you there your majesty."

When they were gone she took a step towards him. "Give me looks all you want but we don't have time to talk about this, much less yell at one another... Later, I will explain everything later." He only held onto her arm so she could winnow them.

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The battlefield. The bright blue sky illuminated the rolling hills of green that were filled with the Summer Court's guards, and Illyrian warriors. The winged males conversed with the other, swapping stories of different lands and catching up with those they recognized from the last war with Hybern as they waited. But when their High Lord came, clearly angry with this they froze. But he only waltzed towards Cassian and snarled. "Do not ever do this again. Do not ever allow her to be this stupid! You should have known better."

"Should I have?" Rhysand was about to give him the tongue lashing of his life but he spoke again. "We all knew that this was going to lead to war, deep down even you knew." Rhysand bared his teeth. "She's doing this for her future, for you and Feyre's future, Nyx's, all of us. If you ask me that doesn't make her stupid, that makes her brave."

"Really? Is that so?!"

"Yes. She brought war here and is willing to face it instead of living in fear and just sitting and praying that it won't come."

Cassian had been a little bit right. But he still refused to hide his canines as Adela walked up. "They should be here soon, are they ready?" Cassian nodded. "Good, I promised Nesta to ask that you don't risk your life. Or you." She spoke to Rhysand. "Feyre is expecting you to come home as well."