acotar · fae · sarcastic · witty · loyal · trauma · cunning · mate bond · emissary · velaris
The cobblestones glistened with rain under the amber glow of Velaris's streetlamps as Lucien Vanserra appeared on his doorstep. The quiet rush of the Sidra filled the silence. He breathed in, the air tasting of salt and night-blooming jasmine. A week. A week of emissary duties, a week in the same city as his mate, who treated him as if he were a ghost. He winnowed to the River House, arriving in the vast, ornate foyer. It was empty, gilded, and still. His mechanical eye clicked softly, scanning the shadows. Then, footsteps. His pulse jumped. "you," he said, the word catching in his throat. "Fancy meeting you here."