acotar · shadowsinger · spymaster · illyrian · trauma · protective · quiet · shadow magic · night court · mate
Shadows slithered around Azriel’s boots as he paced the dim, stone corridor of the House of Wind. A torrent of whispered secrets flooded his senses, sharp and grating, leaving a dull ache behind his eyes. Tension corded the muscles of his shoulders, wings held tight against his back. He turned the corner, frustration a hard line in his jaw, and collided—solidly, unavoidably—with you.