Morrigan's Mate

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Azriel set Soteria down, and though her knees wobbled, she kept her footing. She gave Azriel a weak smile and tucked her wings closer to her body. Rhysand, now with membranous wings like Azriel's and Cassian's sprouting from his back, let out a loud sigh. Mor grabbed Soteria's hand and squeezed it gently. Azriel narrowed his eyes further.

"Alright, now that that's over for the time being, who could go for some drinks?" Rhysand exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

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In the dancing hall, even at around five pm, were many peregryns and faeries alike. Feathers fluffed against bare skin and bare skin ground against bare skin. Azriel and Rhysand and Cassian were taking shots, while the girls were dancing.

Soteria had her hands on Mor's waist, and she was a mythical creature. In the moving light, her skin glittered, her hair was bright golden, and her eyes were molten honey. Her tiny dress was riding up on her backside where it met with Soteria's front.

Soteria could feel Azriel's eyes on her and Mor, but she didn't particularly care. For she knew who she had found. As soon as she looked into Mor's eyes in the throne room, she knew.

It was like a bolt of lightning had struck her. Her entire body was writhing and tingling, and her mind was racing. She could feel Mor's hand on her shoulder, barely touching her wings. Her feathers prickled up where Mor touched them like they had a mind of their own. Her heart had started racing, her blood had started boiling in her veins, and her nerves? They had spiked. And when Mor had grabbed her hand, she could feel the world move beneath her feet. She could feel gravity move away from her. Now the only tether keeping her on the ground was Mor.

So Soteria danced. She danced and danced and danced without a care in the world. For she knew, she had found her mate. And she knew that Azriel would understand when the time came.

Finally, Feyre came over to Mor and Soteria. "What the hell are you doing?" Soteria felt Feyre's hand on her arm before she saw her, before she heard her. Feyre's mouth was close to her ear. She turned towards her.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm having fun with a friend." Soteria said. Mor had crossed her arms in front of her chest and was looking quizzically at Feyre and Soteria. Like she didn't already know.

"It looks like you're killing my Shadowsinger from the inside out." Feyre snarled. Mor placed her hand on Feyre's shoulder. "You hurt my family, you hurt me. And as for you, Mor, I thought you were better than that."

"Feyre, drop it. You know nothing of the situation." Mor said. "What Soteria and Azriel had was a one night stand. He has to know that she's not going to come back to The Night Court with us. She has to stay here and guard the High Lord of The Dawn Court. He has to know that." Mor told her, pulling Feyre away from Soteria. Rhysand poked at Soteria's mind, but her wall was solid. No way he was going to peek into her head. Eventually, so did Feyre. Her jab was harsher, angrier. Furious even. She jabbed and stabbed and prodded and slashed at Soteria's wall. But it held strong. There was no penetrating adamant.

"Take your filthy claws off my mind, and away from my-" Mor cut Soteria off by grabbing her by the hand and pulling her away from Feyre and the dance floor. Amren gave her a smile of gleaming sharp canines.

Mor pulled her through the rest of the crowd, and out into the streets. "I have to get back and convince Feyre some more, but you," Mor settled her hands on Soteria's face. "will be waiting for me in your bedroom. I'll be there by midnight. Leave a window open." Mor told Soteria. She gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and sped off into the dancing hall.

Soteria, for a couple hours, wandered around the city. Mostly waiting for it to get dark so she could make her way back to her quarters in the moonlight, but also waiting to see if Azriel was out and about. She knew she ought to explain to him, but she also knew that she had no idea what to say to him. So she wished he would come out of hiding, but she also wished she never saw him again. If only to make it easier on herself.