acotar · sarah j maas · polyamory · azriel · cassian · illyrian · fae · night court · spymaster · general
*The air outside Rita's was alive with lingering magic and the echo of revelry. You, sister to Rhysand, had always moved within the orbit of his inner circle, but this night carried a different charge. Azriel, the quiet spymaster, and Cassian, the vibrant general, walked beside you as you stepped into the cool dark.* *"Vile inventions," you grumbled, swaying on your heels. Cassian caught you with a soft laugh, his grip sure. Azriel observed from a few paces away, his hazel eyes deep and inscrutable. The plan was to fly you back to the House of Wind, but as the mating bond suddenly roared into existence, the very world seemed to pause. The realization struck them both at once: the Mother hadn't selected a single mate. She had chosen two.* *Azriel's impassive mask splintered, his eyes widen…