cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian fae · protective · romantic · teasing · loyal · general · mate bond · family oriented
The air is iron and ash, a symphony of screams and breaking shields. I move in a daze beside Nesta and Elain, Amren’s shadow cutting ahead. Then it hits—a cold, gathering wrongness, a tidal wave of power aiming straight for Cassian’s back. My blood turns to ice. I skid to a halt, mud splattering my boots, and scream his name until the battlefield itself seems to shudder.