A Court of Fire and Lies

22- Nesta pt. 2

Because I love Nesta so much, update tomorrow in ACOFAL, story will be heating up and already know what I'll be writing when I hit 4k

Vote comment, I know it's crap but I just love Nesta

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　　　❝I don't care.❞ I say, my voice a whisper.

"Maybe you should care." Rhysand says, his voice as low as mine.

I stand up abruptly, shoving him back.

"What do you care for?"

"You're my mates sister, we're family." He says.

"You're not my family." I growl at him. 

His mouth opens to retort something back to me but Amren appears, a worried look on her face.

"Why don't you two shut up for a second, Cassian wants to see you." She says nodding a head at me. Her short hair disheveled and dark bags under her eyes.

She looks like she hasn't slept in days.

Or even eaten.

I walk towards her quickly, and say, "Are you coming?" 

"No, I have business with Rhys." She says and I move past her hurrying down the hallway. 

"Have you heard from Feyre?" At the sound of her name I slow down a little and hear what Rhysand has to say.

"Yes." He says.

"So? What did she say?" Amren says her voice becoming louder.

"She's back in the Spring Court."

"I know that, I want to know her answer."

"I think it can wait." He says, a clinking of glasses.

"Library, now." Amren says and I hear both leave their footsteps fading away in the opposite side of the house.

Rhys's house is large, and though I've only been here for a week now I know it well. At night, I usually can't sleep so I have taken to wandering the halls, I've thought of going out.

To the world, but I shudder at the thought and leave it be. Elaine's been busy, with. . . I don't know what.

The door comes into view and I hurry my pace. Turning the knobs I see him again, I'd only come back once more and haven't seen him since. Azriel sits in the chair beside his bed, head in hands. He whips his head up as soon as I step inside.

"You've come." His voice cracks and I feel a sense of pity towards him, out of all of them I think Azriel feels the worst. He's here all the time, he looks broken. His eyes a darkened color and body a haggard slouch.

"Are you okay?" I ask nearing the bed.

"Yeah I'm fine, it's just this brute I'm worried about." He says with a small chuckle, but even as his smile fades I know it wasn't real.

"You think he'll be okay?" He asks tilting his head up at me.

"Yeah, of course."

"You sound so sure." He says and I look him in the eyes.

"I sound sure because I know he'll be okay, he'll heal because if he doesn't, I'll be bringing Hybern down to its knees before he can even declare war."

"I like the way you think." He says and rises from the chair and just as I'm about to sit down he grabs my sleeve stopping me.

"I believe you." He says in my ear.