"If you want proof that we are not scheming with Hybern, consider the fact that it would be far less time consuming to slice in to your minds and make you do my bidding." Only Beron scoffs at the notion while Rhys remains cool and unhurried while Tamlin gapes. "Yet here I am. Here we all are." Silence embraces the room like an old friend before it's shattered by Tarquin clearing his throat.
"Despite Varian's unsanctioned warning, you were the only ones who came to help. The only ones. And yet you asked for nothing in return. Why?" He asks Feyre and Rhys.
"Isn't that what friends do?" Rhys responds hoarsely as Tarquin take in his words, him, and the rest of us.
"I rescind the blood rubies. Let there be no debts between us."
"Don't expect Amren to return hers." Cassian murmurs. "She's grown attached to it." A smile tugs at Varian's lips while a small one tempts mine as well. Finally, Rhys turns towards Tamlin and my smile grows at the anger on his face.
"I believe you. That you will fight for Prythian." He allows and the male lets loose a low snarl. "War is upon us. I have no interest in wasting energy arguing amongst ourselves." Despite temptation.
"You might be inclined to believe him, Rhysand, but as someone who shares a border with his court, I am not so easily swayed." A wry look from Beron. "Perhaps my errant son can clarify. Pray, where is he?" Lucien, that's who he's mentioned, the one who is now on the continent.
"Helping to guard our city." Feyre responds evenly while Eris snorts and looks over me, then Nesta.
"Pity you didn't bring the other sister. I hear our little brother's mate is quite the beauty." He comments and his brothers seem to shuffle at the thought. My nose wrinkles as Eris's gaze turns to me. "Not that there's a dearth of beauties here." He allows and I snort.
"I assume you haven't found your mate, then. What a stroke of luck for her to have avoided you so far." I smile when he bristles and feel my group's pleasure at the fact.
"The hunt is half the fun." He returns and I hate to think what he thinks wooing a female entails. "I'd be glad to show you, Shadowsinger."
"Mm, I'm afraid you'd quickly find that you would not be the hunter, but the hunted. And I don't play with my food." I flick nonexistent dirt out from my nails as if they were talons. Eris leans forward slightly and his mouth opens.
"You still certainly like to hear yourself talk, Eris. Good to know some things don't change over the centuries." Mor says before he can speak and my smirk fades when he smiles.
"Good to know that after five hundred years, you still dress like a slut."
What happens next occurs in such a flurry of movement that I almost miss it. One moment, Azriel is sitting, then he's across the reflection pool on top of Eris. "Shit." Cassian curses and instantly tries to get to Azriel, but there's a shield around both of them. I do nothing but watch as he bears down on Eris in complete silence as he rips air from his body even as Rhys repeatedly calls him off. I'm happy to watch him tear the male's head off.
"Call off your overgrown bat." Beron orders Rhys.
"Put a shorter leash on your sons and we'll discuss it." I toss back and keep careful watch on the shields around Azriel should he need help. We're all frozen as Feyre rises and walks towards the two males, then rests her hand on the shield.
"Come, Azriel." She commands and he stops. When he faces her, I feel my heart tremble at the rage written clear across his face. It's instinct to reach for him across the bond, but I run into a wall.
"Don't shut me out." I plead and run gentle hands over the wall he'd slammed down between us as he moves to sit beside Feyre. All other conversation fades as I focus on him and that wall. "You gave your word." And that tattoo still sits on my ear, the mark mocking me as I talk to nothing, but as I look over to see him refuse to even look at Mor I realize something. There's...something between us, but it's still relatively new. There's clearly something between him and Mor too and that's been going on for hundreds of years. Even if he doesn't know everything about her. I rescind myself and tune back into the conversation, but make no input.
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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...
