Thrones of Fire and Darkness

Chapter Five

Later, as polite chatter filled the room, I found the weight on my chest easing. Let myself relax. Thesan, Tarquin, Kallias and Helion were discussing inane topics along with my mate. Mor, Viviane, Cresseida and I were discussing some finer details of what the males were speaking of, and the Peregryn general, Varian, and Cassian and Azriel were speaking about war strategies, or something of the sort. The three winged males were comparing style, size, and efficiency of the Illyrian VS the Peregryn wings, which was a topic I was less likely to join, seeing as my own control over my wings was mediocre at best. Faulty at normal, really. I'd been training, but I'd also been busy. Rebuilding, in meetings, doing whatever I could for those in Velaris, for those in the realm of the Night Court. Still working with Ressina whenever I could squeeze time in, helping the hopeless kids regain some happiness, helping the ones without parents feel like they had somewhere to go, someone to talk to, when things got bad again.

I returned my attention to the females, Mor eyeing me questioningly, her head tilted slightly. My head was spinning, with thoughts and questions and all that I had learned. But since all of those visions had involved her or Eris or Beron... she deserved to know first. Before the others. Before even Rhysand. So I tapped her arm and politely excused myself, my eyes shooting her a silent message. Follow me.

Cresseida and Viviane carried on their conversation, not skipping a beat, and I marveled at the easy connections, easy friendships, that us females had created so simply. Working past differences had taken a mere half hour, and now we were all friendly, casual. The friends I loved, appreciated, just like Mor is. But I supposed we needed female companionship, deserved the casual talk and steady dependance. We'd been through a lot, all of us. Perhaps the females most of all.

I cleared my head, or tried to, as I led Mor into the adjoined sitting area and set up a sound shield. She looked at me curiously, and I took a deep breath.

Quickly, I told her about Bryaxis and how I'd gotten into Beron's mind. She sucked in a breath but said nothing as I continued on, explaining the orb and the darkness surrounding it. But as I got to the first couple memories I had experienced.... She didn't say anything, didn't move, didn't breathe as I told her what I had witnessed. As I told her what I had seen done to her, said to her.

*Mor's POV*

Feyre was furious.

Even as she withdrew, even as she silently communicated with Rhysand after undoubtedly doing something in Beron's mind, I could feel the heat of her anger radiating off of her in waves. I didn't know why, but she was mad.

When she returned to the dinner, to the conversation, she was strangely quiet, less prone to her laughter. And I was worried enough about what she'd experienced I let my curiosity outwardly show. She noticed, of course she did, and silently begged me to leave the table and come with her. I obliged.

And so now I was here, my arms crossed and my brows furrowed, as she explained Bryaxis' appearance and their deal. Inhaled sharply when she described the interior of Beron's mind. But as she continued...

"There's no easy way to say this, Mor," Feyre was saying. "It... well, in his mind..." I shifted slightly, the only sign of my growing impatience. "Come on, Feyre," I coaxed soothingly. I could tell something was wrong, something that made her come to me first before my cousin. Her mate. "Just spit it out." She took a deep breath, the color not yet returning to her face. Now I was seriously worried. "Mor, it was you."

I went still. She continued, "First it was Keir's point of view. And it was the day that... that they did- I saw what they did. To you." I wasn't sure I was breathing. What she'd seen...