A ShadowSingers Love

Chapter 8

Azriel sat in his room, his wings splayed out over the bed as he looked down at his lap. The memories of the night replaying through his mind over and over again. Every little detail playing through as he smiled.

She had enjoyed it, and that made him happy. He hadn't expected her to act the way she did, as though she might also be interested. Someone might actually be interested in him and it made him so happy. He still didn't know for sure, so he did not plan on pushing it but...he had a feeling she would soon sense the bond too and it would not be rejected.

He climbed into bed, unable to sleep as he only thought of one thing. Of the mating bond and the woman on the other end that had so easily captured his heart.

Amara sat at the table, having a moments rest from her daily shift scouting through the city. Cassian had shown up and taken over to let her get some rest.

She sat with a book in hand as per usual, flipping through the pages that did not stick into her memory. No, she had been scanning over the words without really thinking about them. Her mind had been glued to Azriel for the past few days.

She had not seen him since the night of the dinner. He had to go off on a mission for a little while and she missed him. Every time she walked into a meeting with the Inner Circle, she looked for him but he never showed.

Her hands shut the book she held and sighed wondering when he would finally come back. She had asked Rhys but he didn't know. He just said a couple of days but it had already been more than that.

Footsteps sounded from the balcony, the doors opening on a phantom wind. Her head immediately turned and her heart skipped a beat at the thought it might be Azriel. She sighed in disappointment when it was just Feyre.

Feyre raised a brow, "Sorry to be such a disappointment."

"No I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else." Amara said, looking back down to the book she had shut into her lap.

Feyre walked over and sat down beside her. "Someone like Azriel?"

Her cheeks flushed pink and she looked over at her. "Why would it be Azriel?" She said trying to deny it.

"Amara, we all know you have feelings for him. You've been asking about him at every meeting." Feyre said resting her arms onto the table. "He'll be back soon, and when he does come back you should just tell him how you feel."

Amara chuckled lightly, "Oh? You're one to talk."

"Haha," She said sarcastically. "Just tell him how you feel."

"What if he doesn't feel the same? What if, I'm not good enough?" Amara said with worry in her voice.

"You're kidding right?" Feyre raised a brow and shook her head. "He's the one that asked you out remember?" She leaned over seeing her friends concern, placing a hand over Amara's. "You're a beautiful woman Amara, Azriel would be lucky to have you." Feyre gave her a reassuring smile and Amara nodded softly.

"I promise, he definitely feels something for you. Just tell him and you'll see. Or just kiss him, that always works."

Amara smiled softly and huffed out a laugh. The feeling of Azriel's lips had entered her mind many times since the dinner. The feeling of his arms around her and that warmth, she had missed it. Every night she woke up feeling those arms around her but he was never there.

Feyre's eye lit up and Amara raised a brow. She quickly gripped her hands and Amara was being dragged from her chair and she giggled. "Hey what's going on?" She laughed as Feyre ran her towards the balcony.