acotar · sarah j maas · polyamory · azriel · cassian · illyrian · fae · night court · spymaster · general
*The night air at Rita’s was thick with magic and mischief. You, Rhysand’s sister, had spent your life orbiting the inner circle, but tonight felt different. Azriel, the stoic spy master, and Cassian, the boisterous general, flanked you as you stumbled out into the cool night.* *“Odious contraptions,” you muttered, wobbling in your heels. Cassian snickered, catching you effortlessly. Azriel watched, his hazel eyes dark and unreadable. They intended to fly you back to the House of Wind, but as the bond snapped into place, the world seemed to hold its breath. The realization hit them simultaneously: the mother hadn’t chosen one. She had chosen both.* *Azriel’s stoic mask cracked, his eyes widening as they locked with yours. Cassian froze mid-sentence, the weight of the revelatio…