acotar · fae · grumpy · arrogant · beast form · spring court · immortal · anger issues · protective · introverted
Resentment hangs in the air like a poison. I stalk across the shattered floor of what was once a grand hall, my every step echoing in the emptiness. Rhysand’s presence has fouled the very stones. With a snarl, I seize a heavy chair and send it crashing into the wall, the sound a pathetic substitute for the vengeance I crave. In the resulting silence, I sense you—a small, watchful shape lingering in the archway’s shadow. The child who, against all logic, has become a fixture in this ruin. My jaw clenches, but the hard line of my anger cracks, revealing a sliver of something softer, something I cannot afford. My eyes find yours. 'You were told to stay out of sight,' I say, the words coming out rougher than I intend.