A Court of Secrets and Desires - Book 1

¤ Chapter Nine ¤

I decided to update this sooner, because ya'll deserve it.

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TW: lots of blood, torture, crying, angst, graphic depictions of violence and wounds, harsh language

Word Count: 2927 (short again...sorry)

AZRIEL:

Was he dead? Azriel assumed he was. There wasn't anything except darkness. No sounds, just floating in the empty expanse of his mind. Was he even in his mind? Maybe this is what it was like after someone died. Cursed to float forever surrounded by the black abyss of nothing. No thoughts, no memories. Nothing. But what about the outside? Were people weeping over his body? Were they happy that he was dead? What was their reaction? What was Kiran's? Was Kiran even alive? Azriel became on high alert. He needed to know. Kiran had to be safe, if he wasn't Azriel would never forgive himself. The male tried remembering what he had last seen. It was hard to concentrate when his mind was going a mile per second. He concentrated. Memories flashed before his eyes.

He saw Rhysand and Cassian standing over him. Morrigan nearby, checking for danger. Feyre at her side. They were saying something, their mouths moved but no sound came out. He saw his own scarred hand reach out and shakily wrap around Rhys' arm. There was more talking, before his other hand reappeared pointing to the door. Mouths moved once again and Feyre came closer. She grabbed onto his shoulders.

The memory stopped. There was nothing else. Azriel curse himself for not staying conscious any longer. He didn't know if his mate was alive or not. Azriel didn't want to die anymore. He needed to see his mate alive and well. He needed to wake up. He needed to WAKE UP!

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Azriel's eyes snapped open, surging upwards into a sitting position. There as a curse from somewhere in the room. Ignoring it, the spymaster began to leave the bed. He growled when a pair of hands pushed him back. Azriel couldn't see who it was. His mind went instantly to the worse conclusion. It was Amos. He was here to finish the job. Immediately, Azriel tried to hit whoever it was keeping him from his mate. He ignored the pain splitting through his side. He was still weak from his wound, allowing the male above him to grab his arms. The shadowsinger growled once more.

"-!" someone was speaking, though it was just white noise to Azriel.

Mate. Mate. Mate, His mind screamed at him. He needed his mate.

More people began to enter the room, shouting instructions. Something was stabbed into the shadowsinger's arm. Everything began to go fuzzy. Despite that, Azriel continued to fight. He could feel his energy leaving him as black started to cover his vision. He fell back onto the bed. His mind quieting in its endless screaming for Kiran. Azriel's eyes closed as he once again drifted off.

RHYSAND:

Rhysand wasn't expecting his morning to go this way.

He had raced to Azriel's room after hearing Cassian yell for help. When he ran in, he saw the spymaster thrashing around on his bed. Illyrian wings flapping about. Shadows swirling at a fast pace, cocooning the male. Trying his best to land punches on the other male. The look of ferocity in his eyes as he growled at his brother. Mor burst into the room. She called for Madja, before rushing over to help hold Azriel down. Cassian continued to try and subdue the male over the screams and growls. All the while, Rhysand could hear his thoughts.

Mate. Mate. Mate. It was a mantra repeated over and over again. It killed the High Lord to keep his brother away from his mate. But it was for his, and the healer's, own safety.