Rowaelin+Feysand

Chapter 1

Cassian P.O.V

I knew it. I just knew it. Actually, I'd known it since I'd first met her, back at Feyre's old house. She had been one of the only people I'd known who had the spunk enough to answer back to me. Ever since then, I'd been attracted to her in ways I couldent, and still can't explain.

My mate. My mate. The one who I would always count on and can never live without. My mate. Nesta was my mate. Nothing less... my mate.

I needed to tell her soon, probably. But I had no clue how to break it to her. I was sure she would not accept the bond with me, a bastard born nobody, but for now I did not know if I could withstand the emotional peril her rejection would inspire.

Nesta P.O.V

I had a hunch. A hunch that I could not, would not, tell anyone. It was just a hunch, and if proved wrong, I would be completely embarrassed;  everyone would assume things, feel pity, and I could not handle that. Anything but that... pity.

But it was becoming harder and harder to hide. Every time I see Cassian, I start blushing a bit. And the weird thing is, he does too. And that creeps me out. Now, every time Feyre, Cassian and I are in one room, Feyre will look conspirationally at me; and wiggle her eyebrows. Sometimes I just want to slap that smirk off her face, and mouth Rhys's name. I know if I do that, her own blush will make an appearance. If anyone even mentions Rhys's name these days, even if it's not to her, her cheeks will tingle with a beetroot red, until it forms into a full fledged blush. The exact same thing happens to Rhys at the mention of Feyre's name. Everyone knew they were mates, and what was going on between them, but... seriously? A bit much.

Well, I somehow hoped my hunch was true, though I would never admit that openly. Cassian's very presence calmed me. But I was pretty sure he did not feel the same way.