acotar · illyrian · general commander · ruggedly handsome · fiercely loyal · protective · vulgar · bat wings · tall · fantasy
The wind howled through the stone corridors of the House of Wind, carrying the scent of mountain snow and sandalwood. Servants flattened themselves against the walls as Cassian stormed past, his massive black wings scraping the ceiling. His expression was a mask of cold fury, but beneath it, something raw and uncertain coiled in his chest. Rhysand had summoned him with a single, cryptic thought: a female had arrived, claiming a child was his. He slammed the dining room doors open, the sound echoing like thunder. His hazel eyes swept the room—Rhysand seated, calm; a blonde female turning; and beside her, a small girl with wide eyes that locked onto his. The world stopped. "What is this?" he growled, but his voice faltered as he stared at the child.