A ShadowSingers Love

Chapter 3-The Story

Azriel sat, absolutely dumb founded as he looked at Feyre. He knew she hadn't been the best flyer, but to fall onto someone?
The two women seemed to love the worried expressions on all of their faces as they cracked up over it. He didn't look back at Amara, no she seemed put off by his presence. He had tried to avoid that but of course Mor had to interfere.
Rhysand was already smirking and choking down his laughter as Feyre rolled her eyes at him. "You heard me."
Cassian bursted into laughter, booming through the whole room. "I told you to keep training with Az to help with your flying." He smirked, leaning his elbows onto the table. Nesta didn't bother swatting them away, too focused on Amara now.
Azriel let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly. "Your flying truly is horrible." He mumbled out, feeling Amara tense up at the sound of his voice. That's right, he hadn't spoken since she had arrived. She must not have expected him to say anything, or preferred it.
Feyre stuck out her tongue at them both, punching Rhys in the arm when he chuckled over his mate's flying.
"It wasn't as bad as it sounds." Amara said and he felt something inside of him stir.
Her voice, it was so soft and he enjoyed the sound of it. She almost compared to Elain but...No he wasn't going to compare them. That wasn't right of him.
"You really need to explain what happened now." Mor said with that usual smirk in her voice. Even if he couldn't see her face because he would have to look at Amara to do so. He could always tell when she was smirking.
He listened to the sigh escape from Amara's lips. "Well I was walking through Velaris and Feyre just sorta-fell on me. We both fell onto the street and I was ready to smack the hell out of her until I saw who she was."
Cassian chuckled at the thought. "I would pay to have seen that."
Feyre rolled her eyes dramatically and tried to hide her own smirk, poorly at that. Azriel kept his focused on the silverware in front of him as he listened. Noticed the small intonations in her voice, the tone when she started to smile. The huff when she tried to hide a laugh.
It all made his stomach knot and he couldn't help it. He had only felt that with Mor, almost a century ago. Sometimes he still felt it, but dulled. Not with the strength he felt whenever Amara talked, hell when she did anything at all.
Rhysand gave him a look, his brow raised slightly as everyone still talked about Feyre falling from the sky. Azriel blinked in response, enough to make Rhys return his attention to his mate and her story.
"I felt so bad, I asked to take her to dinner or anything at all to make up for it." Feyre explained, still obviously embarrassed by her little falling stunt.
Rhysand chuckled. "Such a good High Lady you are."
Amara giggled, such a sweet sound it sent and shock through his nerves.
"I told her not to worry about it but clearly she still does."
Lucien had his mouth covered, choked noises coming from him as he tried not to burst into laughter like Cassian. Even Elain had soft giggles escaping her lips as she sat in amusement with her mate.
He couldn't take it anymore, being next to her was too much. The feeling in his stomach and being close to Elain was too much. He had accepted her choice for Lucien, but that didn't mean he felt nothing when he saw them together. But that wasn't the biggest issue, it was Amara. That stupid knot in his stomach that tugged at him whenever she opened her mouth.
"Excuse me." He said quietly and stood from the chair walking out of the room up to the roof. He needed air, he needed to get his composure back.
Amara watched curiously as Azriel, shrouded in more shadows disappeared through a door and Cassian sighed. "He's never done that before."
Rhysand looked back at the door which led to the roof and Mor looked over at Amara.
"Maybe someone should check on him?" Feyre suggested, looking up at Rhys wondering what had gotten into the Shadowsinger. Rhysand shrugged, obviously about as dumbfounded as the rest of them.
Amara silently prayed it wouldn't have to be her. She knew it was rude. She did not know him but that feeling, that horrible gut feeling only happened around him. And with him now gone she felt at ease finally at the dinner table.
She looked at the door, which he had shut behind him with absolute silence, then looked down at her dinner plate chewing on her bottom lip. She wondered if she was responsible for his sudden absence? Would he have noticed her tensing and avoiding to look at him? It was Azriel, so maybe he had....
"I'll go check on him." Elain offered silently, and everyone seemed against the idea. Silently shaking their heads or giving her a soft smile, but still all no's. What had happened between the High Lady's sister and the spy?
"I'll go." She said before she could think it through. If it had been her, then she needed to apologize. She was to be a part of this court, this inner circle. She wouldn't be able to avoid him forever so might as well suck it up now.
The feeling in her stomach, nerves, grew and she could hear her own heart racing in her chest. Mor nodded in agreement, and with a look between the two Feyre and Rhysand also nodded.
Amara placed her napkin that had been put into her lap some time ago onto the empty plate, pushing her chair back and walked towards the roof door. Her heart raced, and it took all her concentration to keep her legs and hands from shaking.
He's just a man, she thought to herself.
You know how to speak to male's, grow up. She kept reassuring herself as she opened the door and walked up the stairs into the cold night air to face Azriel, who sat at an edge of the roof looking down at the city with his wings splayed behind him.
She froze at the top step, her presence alerting him as he shifted his head ever so slightly towards her. That feeling rose up again as she moved her feet, taking her closer to him as she sat down beside him.
And then that feeling changed. Changed from what felt like knots and butterflies, to something that tugged at her as she sat beside him.