Witch (Nessian)

Chapter 3

"Huh? What?' Cassian asked, not sure why she was asking about it. "You left to your room to pack your things, remember? We had to leave early the next day, but you were still asleep so I carried you,"

No. She did not remember any of it. A jarring voice pierced through her ears. Like the sound of wind fighting each other." This should teach you not to steal things that neither belong to you nor will." It barked out a fit of horrible laughter. The sound of nails scratching against the blackboard followed after. Nesta wanted to cover her ears but willed herself not to cover under the couldron's torment.

"Hey Nes are you okay—"

"How long was I sleeping?"

"About 4 hours."

Oh cauldron! Was that how long the cauldron" was in my head? Or was it the whole time after feyre?

"I want to go back," she said.

"The Illyrian Mountains are 3 hours from here."

"I need to go back."

"The mountains are closer."

"I—"

"No. You will not be going back. This my High Lord and High Lady's orders. And I will not be told otherwise. Do you understand?"

Nesta opened her mouth to say something but closed it. "Good." Th male said roughly. Fine! Since, for some reason, she must obey the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court's demands, so she will. Like some obedient bitch. However, they should keep in mind that a bitch can also bite back.

"I will not be tolerating anymore suicide attempts nor will I except any attempts on physical being." Nesta rolled her eyes as Cassian stretched his wings, preparing to fly and reached for Nesta. Touching her felt like wrapping one's hands around an icicle. Rhysand had used his powers to change her sleeping wear to the Illyrian leather. When they reached the colder areas, Cassian covered her with a fur coat. Which should have been enough, had Nesta's body not grown weak with all the alcohol she had consumed. Cassian took off his coat and gave it to her. "Keep it," Nesta said which was completely ignored by Cassian who draped it over her too thin shoulders then proceeded to pick her up. The bat-fae shot through the sky.

Nesta's face remained blank, never revealing one ounce of the emotions running in her head. Cassian almost let out a laugh most people have emotions in their heart and not their head. Feelings were not supposed to be thoughts. They were expressions. However, Nesta Archeron was not like any other. She had a diamond instead of a blood pumping organ. No wonder why she 's always so cold, concluded cassian. It had started to snow, causing the atmosphere to turn even more chilly. Nesta shivered slightly and cassian had already put her arms through the holes and buttoned it up. "This is how you properly wear a coat,sweetheart." Nesta looked at him with a won't-you-need-it look. He shrugged and responded with a look that said I'm-fine-and-you-need-it-more-
than-I-do. He pulled her into a bear hug. Warm and cozy. Something she didn't deserve, Nesta thought. As if Cassian had heard her, he wrapped his arms around her waist tighter and placed his chin on her shoulder. Rubbing her back gently with his hand, telling her he is there for her.

Nesta wanted to throw the butterflies that had suddenly found themselves in her stomach, into a cave with bats that would suck out the blood of the little things. She hated herself for wanting to hook her hands behind his neck to pull him closer and breathe in his crispy sandalwood scent. She closed her eyes for a moment feeling the chilly weather on her face and soon fell into a dreamless slumber, void of the Cauldron.

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When they had neared the Mountains, Cassian had gently nudged Nesta awake. "We're here." He murmured. She straightened up quickly and tried to neaten her "bed" hair. Cassian made a few clicks with his tongue and ran his fingers in her hair, doing a better job than his sweetheart. His finger hovered in front of her lips. Her cold breath against his warm hand. After a quick debate on whether or not he should wipe off the trail of saliva around her mouth, he opened his. "I know I'm a mouth-watering heavenly sweet walking chocolate sculpture, that continues to venture in your romantic fantasies. But you don't need to drool all over now, do you?" He smirked and rubbed off the drool.