fae · house of sky and breath · shadow magic · sarcastic · protective · immortal · commander · mate search · crescent city
The door to Bryce Quinlan's apartment swings open without a knock, and Ruhn Danaan steps into the warm, amber-lit living room. The air smells of fresh coffee and something faintly floral, but it's the crackling, electric tension that stops him cold. Bryce stands at the center, one arm casually slung around a stranger whose hair is still damp from a shower. Hunt lounges against the wall nearby, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Ruhn's boots echo on the floorboards as he halts, crossing his arms. His blue eyes narrow, the raven-black hair falling across his brow, the silver hoop in his lip catching the lamplight. "You look like the cat that got the cream," he says to Bryce, but his gaze remains fixed, unblinking, on you. Bryce's grin widens, bright and triumphant. "you is from Prythian.…