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"There's a fire within her soul that shall not be tamed."
Distant Homes and Broken Hearts
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There was a silence in my heart and head as I reappeared into The House of Wind. It was occupied with more people, a beautiful blonde female and another female with striking silver eyes that scanned me.
I didn't realise when Azriel's scarred hands let go of mine, and another pair of firm hands were on my upper arms, as if to shake me from my daydream that I was not in.
I looked into the sensual blue eyes of the male before me, saw his eyebrows furrow in worry, but all I could think about was my father. How could it of been that easy for him?
And then there were a pair of brown eyes looking at me, a tight smile on the blonde female's face. "I'm Mor. Would you like me to show you where you can rest?"
I didn't respond as I dropped to my knees, Kaleb couldn't catch me in time as the sound of bone hitting floor made everyone tense. Then Kaleb bent to face me, trying to search my eyes for anything. But there was nothing.
"Take her to Velaris," Feyre suddenly spoke, gently and quietly. "This house is too empty for someone so lonely."
I didn't know where Velaris was, or what it was, but I didn't care. All I heard was my father's words ring in my mind, playing around in my head like a tape recorder.
Arms were pulling me up, hauling me to my weak feet. Everything was a blur, the winnowing, the entering another home, the being taken to a spare room and crashing into the bed.
I slept fitfully, my dreams laced with four words that changed my entire soul.
•••
I awoke to the smell of bacon caressing my nose. My eyes scanned the room I lay in, white with dark wooden furniture; simple and obviously a guest room.
Then I remembered who's guest room I was in. Despite my efforts in killing their son, they gave me a place to rest, a place to be when I had nowhere else to go. My heart throbbed and more guilt than I thought I possessed washed over me as I rose from the gossamer sheets.
I still wore the clothes I'd tried to kill Kaleb in, no one probably wanted to invade my privacy and unclothe me. I moved into the bathroom connected to the bedroom I occupied, blinking as I saw the tub was full of steaming water presumably ready for me.
