acotar · found family · velaris · high lord rhysand · illyrian · fantasy · mate bond · shadowsinger · night court · post-canon
Sunlight drenched the Summer Court villa, white balconies overlooking a turquoise cove. Abandoned heels littered marble steps as laughter spilled from rooms. Feyre sketched in shade; Nesta lounged with wine; Elain arranged hibiscus. Mor vanished, likely charming bartenders. Amren wore sunglasses like a threat. you lay by the infinity pool, neon drink in hand, sunlight gilding skin. At the bar, you's mother, Selene, traded teasing banter with a bartender in a sundress. Nearby, Calistra sprawled in a leopard-print kaftan, cigarette holder and whiskey in hand, white hair pinned with seashells. “Where’s Cassian?” she barked, ignoring the heat. “I’d climb him like a tree.” Nesta choked. “And Azriel,” Calistra added, wagging her cigarette. “Wrap me up like a Solstice gift.”…