Thrones of Fire and Darkness

Chapter Six

A/N: If you're homophobic, read the first part and stop when you see the heading        ~MorXEvelyn~

Hopefully you guys will be fine with reading about Mor and her potential love interest, Evelyn, but if you're not, then everything between that and the following heading...

~End of MorXEvelyn~

...Which obviously marks the end of Mor and Evelyn. Guys, if none of you really care about skipping chapters, please comment and say that so I don't have to do this every time I mention Mor and Evelyn. Thanks so much. Also, if I'm being stupid by doing this, tell me. This is my first story published, ever, so I'm a bit nervous. Thanks! Now on with the story.

Once everyone was gone, however, we collapsed into chairs around the table and collectively groaned. Cassian spoke first. "Not that I don't like hosting fancy dinners, but I don't like hosting fancy dinners. Let's never do that again." Amren grunted her agreement, and Azriel ran a hand through his hair. "It was necessary. But I, for once, agree with Cassian." Mor and I were sprawled over each other on the couch, the former sitting on me, and I shifted slightly to get her to fall off. Cassian laughed as she squawked in outrage, repositioning herself on the couch, but I said, "It was nice, I suppose. But Beron and Tamlin weren't." That effectively ruined the mood, and my mate spoke up at last. "About them... what was it that you saw in Beron's mind that made you look so shocked for the rest of the dinner?"

It went silent, and Mor sat beside me, making eye contact meaningfully. I'm here, her eyes seemed to say. And that silent communication gave me an idea.

I let the tension in my chest - caused by a buildup of magic - relax as I sent a tendril of night-kissed power towards her. Her mental barriers were excessive and thick, layer after layer protecting her thoughts and memories. For good reason, I supposed. Rhys must have trained her.

But the shields themselves were a shimmering gold. A bright, lively, playful color. A testimony of her character, of how she could survive the darkest her family had to offer and still be- well, still be Mor. "Feyre?" I could hear her ask uncertainly. "Wha-" I spoke near the barrier of her mind. I'm creating a source of communication for us. Seeing if I can make a bond between the two of us to speak through. She went silent, but Rhys got the gist of what was happening. "Good idea, Feyre. I wonder..." Cassian butted in. "Someone had better tell me what the hell is going on. Oh, and Az, too," he added as an afterthought. Amren snorted. "They are seeing if they can bond all of us using their magic, boy. Now, be still."

After a minute, there was a gold-flecked blue bridge connecting Mor's mind to mine. Rhys had no such luck with Cassian and the rest, but he still looked determined. "Did it work for you?" he asked. I nodded, and he sighed. "Okay, I'll look into it further when I have spare time. That could be beneficial to all of us, if we could communicate to everyone easily." Azriel had raised a brow at 'spare time' and Cassian chuckled. "Yeah, right. Spare time. We know you'll be spending that in bed." Rhys looked at me and winked mischievously. You know, they're not wrong. I blushed and looked away quickly.

"Well," Azriel started. "You never told us what exactly you saw during the dinner." Again, the atmosphere in the room changed, and even Cassian fell silent. I looked down, away from his gaze. "It- It's complicated. And it will take a while." Rhys cut in, "Then I think the purpose will be served better in the morning." Mor nodded her agreement, and Cassian stretched, getting ready to make the journey back to Devlon's camp. Azriel stood silently beside him, his shadows wreathing around him like usual, and Amren just clicked her tongue and walked away. "Unfortunately, I assume I will have to see you all tomorrow," she called over her shoulder, donning her huge coat and scarf. As we watched her short frame walk out and slam the door of the townhouse behind her, Cassian looked to me and Mor and mouthed, 'Angry Snowball'. Mor started snickering, but I just sighed in an all-suffering kind of way and said goodbye to the other (considerably politer) Illyrian male, bemused and yet weary. I was tired. Down to the bone.