I'am the Suriel, great...

"Are you going to stay there the whole time?" Alex dared to ask, his form resembling Suriel in the shadows, as if he were a bogeyman. With his arms crossed and a curious look on his face, he watched Feyre with a brush in her hand and a white canvas in front of her. "You'd better sit down; if you faint, and Tamlin comes in and sees me here with you passed out, it's goodbye to my tea and afternoon coffee."

"I'm fine..." Feyre breathed. "I just need a moment."

Alex furrowed his brow. "You need therapy, that's what you need."

Waking up as a Suriel shapeshifter in a realm full of fairies and humans wasn't exactly what Alex had in mind for the weekend, but what can you do? Suriels can't complain.

Plus, he apparently had the luck of having a partnership bond? Geez.