Rhys tells me I've got to put on a few more pounds before starting to train anything, so another week goes by with me lounging about either house. Mor visits once or twice, but it seems like her brutes occupy most of her time. I see Elain only once before I have to walk away. Her room is too bright and I can't take the amount of light that surrounds her. Yelling starts floating to me on the wind or down the hall from Nesta and another male, but I don't go to investigate. Afterward, Nesta sometimes comes to visit and we sit quietly together as if all she desires is to be with someone who leaves her alone. I'm glad to comply because sometimes that's exactly what I need too.
I gain back some weight and it's good to see my cheeks filling out a bit even if I still feel empty on the inside. I still couldn't bring myself to touch the keys of that beautiful piano. I'm huddled by the fire with chocolate when Mor pops in with more excitement in her step than usual. "Ready to meet those brutes I go on about?" She asks and I've barely nodded before we're stepping through the folds to the house in the city. "They've heard me go on and on about you, so don't be worried if they know everything about you. Also, don't hesitate to slap them in the face if they annoy you. Worse punishment is also allowed." She grins at me as we step into the sitting room where Rhysand sits beside two males with hulking wings. I cling a bit tighter to Mor as the three turn to the both of us.
"Should have gotten out while these two were still stuck in bed whining like children." Rhys teases and the one to his left rolls his eyes while the one to his right barely smirks. Both are tall and broad. Warriors to strike fear into soldiers and apparently, breakable young women like me.
"She was waiting for the main event, naturally." One stands and tilts his head to me politely with his shoulder-length black hair sliding with the movement. "Cassian at your service, any service at all." He winks at me while Mor shakes her head. His voice is familiar and I name it as the one so often yelling with Nesta. He seems perfectly likable.
"I'll tell her to call you when she needs a maid then." The female comments a tad more sharply than usual. "You'd look nice in one of their cute little outfits."
"I certainly would since I look good in everything." Cassian winks at me before settling back down on the chair next to Rhys which has been edited to fit his wings. My eyes turn to the other Illyrian and freeze on swirls of color warmer and browner than my hazel eyes have ever been. Shadows dance and leap all over his body as if enticing me to come closer to play. His eyes widen and I know that my own shadows are doing the same.
"Azriel, the wearer of shadows," I recall before I realize I've crossed the entire room to stand less than a few feet away from the three males without shaking.
"Kaira, the singer who calls to the darkness." He names me and his voice is ever so soft. I don't realize when he's taken my hand and don't try to pull it away when he holds it. His touch is different from those guards, even from Rhys. I discover why when I glance down to find his hands are covered in scars. He follows my gaze and moves to pull away, but I cling onto him a bit tighter as if to say that I am not afraid of such scars. Our shadows mingle for a moment and I shiver when his brushes against mine, then we step back from one another.
"A pleasure," I mutter and he nods with eyes steady on mine. I look to the others and find they're all staring at the two of us. My feet carry me to the chair farthest away from everyone else while Mor sits next to Azriel with slightly furrowed brows.
"We've another Shadowsinger in the house. Perfect." Cassian gripes half-heartedly while his eyes scan me interestedly. "Mor told us your harrowing tale while we were being poked and prodded by healers-"
"It's called keeping you alive, smartass-"
"And it was all we could cling to while she taunted us. Good to see another pretty face too since Rhys won't go get Feyre." The last sentence is a dagger wrapped in silk aimed for Rhysand, but he just sighs heavily and runs a hand through his hair as he takes it.
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Shadowsinger
Fanfiction"Perhaps this is death and it's playing a game with me. Maybe that's all death is, reliving the moment it took those that you most loved." Kaira's life ends with her family in the cold snow on the edge of the wall dividing fae and human lands. She's...
