Acotar Continued Again

After the Business

After the affairs with Nesta in the Formal business room all Cassian could think about was a hard drink or a nap. He could not choose, so he ended up with a bottle of whiskey on the floor and his head against the wall. Angry, he was angry. Not just angry at the coldness of Nesta or the forgiveness and generosity of Feyre, but at the idiocy of himself. She would never go to the Illyrian mountains willingly. She didn't have a choice though. He could tell that Feyres kindness towards her childlike older sister was running short and about to explode. They were to leave in a week, he had decided on that time because Nesta was sure to need persuasions and he did not know how long it would take to get tranquilizers for if she still did not cooperate with what Cassian knew would most likely end with his blood on Nestas hands and his favorite part ripped off.
He hadn't realized his head had been banging against the wall until he saw Rys at the door with a bewildered look that definitely meant something. Cassian expected a scolding or and obscene gesture, but all Rhys did was sit next to him and take a very long swig from the whiskey bottle. Cassian looked at his brother and asked with his words slurred "whatcha see?" Rhys looked at him and started to tell his story to Cassian.
When he was done The whiskey bottle was empty and it was silent in the room. Cassian once again looked to his friend and didn't even finish his sentence before he passed out, but Rhys knew exactly what he meant to say "Azriel can never know."