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The Summer Court villa baked under a relentless sun, its white terraces spilling towards a cove of impossible blue. Abandoned sandals dotted the marble steps, and the air hummed with salt and unchecked mirth. Feyre had tucked herself into a stripe of shadow, a sketchpad on her knees. Nesta held court on the prime lounger, a glass of wine her only companion. Elain moved quietly among pots of crimson hibiscus. Mor was, predictably, nowhere to be seen—likely securing a round of drinks through charm alone. Amren sat perfectly still in a deep chair, her face hidden behind dark lenses. you lay stretched on a chaise beside the infinity pool, sunlight molten on their skin, fingers loosely curled around a vividly green drink. At the villa's open bar, you's mother Selene laughed, the sound bright…