A Monster Of The Night Court

☽ Chapter 3 ☾

The moment I step into the room I realize those who are sitting around the table aren't really Illyrian warriors, I notice one of Rhysand's warriors and friend, Cassian sitting next to him, Morrigan whose sitting across from Cassian, across from Rhysand is an empty seat and next to that one is also an empty seat. Azriel pushes on the small of my back as a sign to claim a chair, I purse my lips before claiming the one across Rhysand, giving each and every one around the table a puzzled look. What could be such a tremendous problem? He had some of his closest friends and advisers present? I watch out of the corner of my eye as Azriel claims the seat next to me, but not before giving Morrigan a quick glance that no one probably caught except Cassian, Rhysand, and myself. My eyes darted away from the lovesick Illyrian. Instead I turn my attention toward the High Lord, clearing my throat as I give Rhys a blank gaze.

"So, what is this task you ask of me?" I question. I watch as Cassian gives Azriel a slightly not pleased look at my scrutiny

"Not even a 'hello?' Or 'hello, my High Lord! How is everything going'?" I never took Rhys to be the type to tease when matters were serious

"Please, High Lord what is it that you ask for that require my abilities?" I shoot back with emphasis on his title.

He gives me a slight bemused look before clamping his hands together on the surface of the stone

"I've recently spoken to one of the High Lords, specifically the High Lord of the Day Court" I can feel my throat withered, the opposite ruler of the night, chatting with Rhysand was a slight scary thought, two sides of the same coin.

"And what is so important about you chatting up Helion?" I clear my throat, trying to tamper down my shock, I knew Rhysand could travel anywhere, but to the hills and rays of the Day Court was somewhat out of character for a creature that loved the dark. I watch as his demeanor completely changes, the atmosphere around the room becomes colder and hard like ice

"There's a murderer in the Day Court" all humor from his eyes are gone, and I can feel my mouth dry up to desert conditions.

"What?" I hear myself croak, a murderer? That can't be, sure faeries were ruthless and some were sadistic, but ever since Amarantha fell times have been quieter but this? This is a murder.

"A family in the High Fae has been murdered, Sardris. I'm sending you to figure out who did it" Rhysand speaks pointedly, I was afraid he was going to send me.

I force my anxiety down to the depths of my stomach, hiding it away into my soul, I briefly look over to Rhysand unsure if it's the best idea for me.

"Are you sure it's wise to send me?" I question. The moment the words are out of my mouth I realize I shouldn't have said a single word, Rhys looks at me pointedly

"I'd rather not send you for something so trivial as a murder in another court... but Helion asked for my help so I'm giving it" his voice was lower than normal, knowing I might've pressed my luck too much. I feel slightly uncomfortable as everyone's gaze is on me. I want to close my eyes, I want to disappear from this table, and I wanted to give up my post as the so-called "secret weapon" of the Night Court. A hand presses against my arm as I come back, my attention turning to Morrigan with her ruby nails glistening in the light from the tiny chandelier from above. She doesn't smile, a flicker of emotion shows in her eyes but she doesn't say a single word as I take a shaky breath show no fear, the beast can smell it I swallow the anxiety in my throat.

My gaze moves back to Rhys, my High Lord who has asked me for a job near impossible, the task was fresh in my mind hunt down the murderer, my heart thuds in my ears. I could feel the darkness that enveloped Rhysand slightly smoking its way over to me, he's the embodiment of darkness I look at him head on.