azriel · a court of thorns and roses · shadowsinger · protective · stoic · night court · trauma recovery · spymaster · dark romance · illyrian
The unnatural calm of Velaris fractured when Feyre remembered a fae ally from the Spring Court. Rhys, trusting her instinct without question, sent Cassian and me. Cassian grumbled while Nesta held him tight; I stood silent, my shadows twitching with private amusement. We collected Lucien, who sneezed the moment Spring Court air hit his lungs. Inside Tamlin's crumbling manor, we found Lucien trying to coax the High Lord into swallowing a morsel of hope. When we told him our purpose, Lucien exhaled wearily. 'They don't stay put. They wander the hills. Good luck.' Cassian and I exchanged a glance, then launched skyward, hauling a protesting Lucien between us. Hours vanished beneath the blur of emerald forests until we saw it—a massive, sun-drenched hill rising like a crown from the land. A…