Females were very rare in the night court's ruling family as it was, all either die young or end up forgotten in the abyss of history.
Rhysand ever thought he'd have to father one of these, in fact, he did't believe he even deserve to be a father, u...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN I'll be summer sun for you forever
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Elayla was soaked down to the bone when she finally got home. The house was quiet, echoing the silence that Feyre was inflicting on Rhysand after the stunt he pulled. Layla could not help but take the female's side on that one situation.
Drying her drenched her with a towel she summoned as soon as she got home, she entered the room that she spent the past few days getting used to once again, the lights off and the window open.
Suddenly, a hand grasped her wrist, another clasping around her mouth, forcing her to keep quiet, but just as she was about to fight back, she recognized the hazel eyes staring right through her.
"You father is going to murder me for this." Alaric murmured quietly.
"Well, I was going to murder you if I hadn't recognized you." She retorted, relaxing at the gentle tone. "Sneaking in through windows now?"
She couldn't help the fuzzy feeling inside her
"Just making sure you survived the humans." His lips tugged up in an easy smile.
There was something easy about the way they fit into each others minds, because just at the sight of him, her sharp edges softening just enough to welcome his much needed presence.
Alaric was Layla's own version of sunlight, and just like darkness craved the light, Layla was vowed to drown into him again and again.
"Told you I'd be back before you know it." She returned the grin, watching as he took a step back, leaving every cell of her screaming at him to come closer, to just crawl inside her skin like like the ancient ink swirling in her already.
Fuck, why the Hell was she thinking that way about Alaric of all people?
"You're thinking." He observed, sitting back on her bed, gesturing for her to join him by tapping the mattress.
Her eyes lingered on him for a split second, starry skies meeting honey relections, before she did what he wanted her to.
She sat right next to him, resting her head in his shoulder.
It was heavy, filled with the darkest thought and most screwed up traits, fighting to define her, to either end her misery or make it worse.
"Rhysand said that The Attor was looking for you too, El." Alaric murmured quietly, not daring to move in fear that she'd pull away.
Elayla to him was a far dream that threatened to evaporate at the tiniest wrong move.
It almost felt the same as when they were younger, when she was that delicate princess and he was the homeless rogue that fascinated her.
"It's something about Elira." She admitted bitterly.
It was a fact that Layla resented Rhys for not being there, but deep down she knew that it wasn't completely his fault.
When it came to her mother, it was an entirely different story.
Elira walked away never to come back. Elira quit her like a mistake or a bad habit.
Elayla couldn't tell which loss hurt worse.
"This can't be good." Alaric sighed, lifting a finger to tilt her head so he could look at her.
"Nothing is ever good when it comes to me," she groaned, laying back on her bed, pressing the heels of her hands to her closed eyes.
Alaric couldn't stop the way his heart melted at the sight of her inner struggle.
He mirrored her gesture, looking at the star-flecked ceiling.
"You're the heir to this court, Princess." He said empathetically. "That's what powerful people get, threats and challenges."
"Honestly, you'd be way better at this work at me." She glanced at him, causing him to chuckle.
"Asking a fighter to rule is a dumb move, Elayla." He said. "I'm here to stand by you, not to outstand you."
"I'm very lucky to have you, Al." She sighed, shifting closer to him.
His breath stuck in his throat as her head rested on his chest. "Can you stay tonight?" She mumbled.
"Rhys-" He tried to object.
"No one will know." She was quick to cut. "Just want to fall asleep without blanking out from the drinks."
He swallowed at the thought of her addiction, hurt and guilt pooling inside him.
"I'll stay," he rasped out, tucking a strand of wet hair behind her ear.
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