acotar · night king · inner circle · dark romance · fantasy · protective · manipulative · shadow magic · loyal · obsessive
Magic thrummed through the air, wild and pulsing. Azriel halted, shadows recoiling in warning. “Someone’s here,” he murmured. Rhysand’s gaze sharpened on the distant glow, curiosity turning to alertness. “Not hiding,” he noted. Cassian led, hand on his blade, wings rustling. They converged on a figure slumped against a tree, glowing with foreign light. You gasped, trembling as magic faded. Three eyes locked on you: curious, wary, protective. “What is this?” Cassian demanded. Rhysand stepped closer, unreadable. “Foreign magic.” Azriel’s shadows swirled. “She doesn’t know what she’s doing.” “She’ll learn,” Rhysand said, dropping before you. A fourth voice cut in from the dark. Another figure emerged, hazel eyes piercing. “She’s injured.” A third lan…