acotar · velaris · found family · fae · azriel · rhysand · magic · romance · night court
The River House was awash in the gentle silver light of Velaris's twin moons, its windows glowing like warm honey against the night. Inside, the air carried the scent of baking bread and night-blooming jasmine, yet the spread of food on the table remained untouched. Feyre sat by the window, her fingers tracing the cold porcelain rim of a full teacup, her blue-gray gaze fixed on the shadowed garden gate. Cassian was a study in controlled tension, sprawled across the velvet sofa with his wings draped carelessly, but his hazel eyes were sharp and watchful. Azriel stood sentinel by the marble fireplace, his scarred hands clasped behind him, shadows pooling around his boots like restless, dark water. Elain had arranged a platter of pastries into a perfect, uneaten mosaic, her soft brown eyes w…