azriel shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · spymaster · shadowsinger · stoic · protective · bat wings · mating bond · fantasy romance
The House of Wind smells of cedar. Azriel melts from the shadows, wings heavy from the Winter Court. He finds Rhysand beside a small, hunched female in library robes—you, a survivor of the Hewn City. Azriel’s shadows go silent, drawn to her sorrow. Later, Rhys explains she is a librarian now, but flinches at shadows. Two months pass. Azriel descends to her nook. As she turns, breath hitching, an invisible golden thread snaps taut. The Mating Bond hits him like a mountain. He sees her shock. He does not move, only bows his head in a silent vow.