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Little Brother Lucien

A little story about Eris meeting Lucien for the first time for the @thehouseofvanserra week since their first time meeting takes place in a special room of the Forest House🧡

It's as if the Forest House holds its very breath, no noise audible, a cool chill lying in the air. The dark floorboards creak softly beneath his feet, as if they too are reluctant to break the silence of the moment. As if the House is waiting just like he is. For the big moment, the big reveal.

And to say Eris is nervous would be an understatement. It feels as if every fibre of his body is tingling as he steps from one foot to the other, fiddling with his fingers and tugging on the skin around his nails. The large oak door in front of him is the only barrier between him and the moment he's been eagerly anticipating for so long—eventually meeting his baby brother. The little boy was only born mere hours ago, and now finally, Eris is allowed to see him. To meet him.

Eris has always been the first brother to meet the new babies in the family. Despite this being his sixth little brother —the midwife who can foretell the gender informed them of it being a boy again— the excitement hasn't faded. In fact, everything feels different this time. During his mother's pregnancy, she had allowed Eris to feel the baby kick every now and then, and from these moments on Eris has felt an immediate connection to the little one. 

Eris is bouncing up and down now. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he waits, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild stallion racing over a meadow. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the excitement and nerves are overwhelming. He can't wait to finally lay eyes on his baby brother, to finally meet him and talk to him.

The young Vanserra male is unable to stand still, his gaze jumping around all the time to keep himself busy. He looks at the dark velvet walls, adorned with intricate carvings, and his fingers trace over the golden embellishments showing pictures of battles and brave warriors on horses that glint softly in the dim light. 

These walls hold many secrets, Eris knows this, and the detailed carvings tell tales of old times to those who listen closely. One could get lost in them for hours, studying them and learning about the Autumn Court and its rulers and warriors. 

He squints his eyes as he looks further up on the wall to where there’s a family picture. It only shows Eris’ mother, Beron, Eris and two of his brothers. It’s an older painting, one that has been done centuries ago. But soon there will be a new one. One that also includes the newest member of the Autumn Court.

Inhaling a deep breath, Eris fills his lungs with the cold air and closes his eyes. He pulls back his hand and folds his arm over his chest. He wants it to meet him right now. Right in this very moment. He can’t wait a moment longer.

Right–

The impact of Beron’s power radiating through the entire House suddenly shakes Eris to the core. His breath hitches and his heart stops the instant the massive oak door separating him and his mother and little sibling crashes open, slamming against the wall. 

Beron storms out his mother’s bedroom, fury etched upon his face, a wave of dark power following him. With the lift of his hand, the door slams shut again, rattling the entire Forest House. 

Eris stands frozen, bewildered by the anger radiating from his father, his eyes wide open, hands folded behind his make. He doesn’t understand where his father’s fury comes from—shouldn't Beron be happy with the birth of his child? Another son! The seventh son of Autumn.

For a moment, Eris worries that he might fall victim to his father’s anger as well, that another scar will adorn his back if he does so, but he’s lucky. Without a glance at Eris, Beron rushes past him, his rage making the room feel both burning hot and icy cold at the same time. He leaves, fast and furious, his footstops hollowing loudly through the large expanse of the corridor, echoing off the walls.

Only when Eris is one hundred percent sure that Beron has really left and won’t return, does he set out for the door. Slowly, and with hesitant steps now that nervousness about meeting his youngest brother fills him again.

It takes Eris an eternity to gather the courage to move his hand to the golden door handle. His heart thunders in his chest as he decides to knock first before entering — manners are priority. With a shaky fist, he taps lightly against the door, the sound barely audible. A soft "come in" drifts to him from the other side, and with a deep inhale, Eris slowly lowers the cool handle and steps inside.

Eris doesn’t really remember for how long his parents have not been sleeping in the same room at night, but at some point this room, in the north wing of the Forest House became his mother’s chamber. 

It’s a cosy, beautiful room, with beige walls adorned with delicate golden details—flowers and leaves. The furniture —a wardrobe, a desk and chair and the bed— are made of oak, adding a beautiful touch to the room. An open window allows a gentle breeze to flow in, rustling the soft curtains and filling the room with the  scent of fresh air and sunlight. 

And the very same breeze also softly tousles Eris’ hair as he stands in the doorframe. He hums lowly — it’s a beautiful, sunny day. Perfect for the birth of his baby brother.

His eyes quickly find his mother, who is sitting on the large canopy bed, cradling a tiny bundle to her chest. She flashes him a faint smile, her eyes tired but glowing with happiness.

Both of them are well, everything is fine. A wave of relief washes over Eris as he takes in the scene in front of him. 

He takes a step forward, slowly approaching his mother and the small babe, his entire being filled with nervousness. But with every step closer, his anxiety seems to ease, slowly being replaced by a feeling of warmth in his chest, a sense of love and protectiveness for the tiny bundle lying in his mother’s arms. 

“Meet Lucien Davian … Vanserra, Eris,“ his mother introduces as she turns the little baby to him.

Eris grins as he looks down at the baby. 

Lucien is smaller than his other brothers used to be, a little more fragile which maybe has to do with being born three weeks too early. And his skin, his skin is a little darker than Eris’ and those of his brothers…

"Would you like to hold him?" his mother asks in her gentle, soothing voice, her eyes sparkling with warmth as she smiles at her oldest son.

Eris feels another huge wave of nervousness bubble up inside him—Lucien is so tiny, so fragile. The thought of accidentally hurting him sends a shiver down his spine. But on the other hand, there's also the wish to hold his little brother, to feel his warmth and breathe in his sweet baby scent. With a hesitant nod, he agrees.

Imala shifts slightly on the bed, making space for Eris to sit down and then with utmost care she lifts the baby boy into Eris' waiting arms that tremble ever so slightly.

Eris' heart swells with nothing but love for the little babe, and his grin widens, his eyes shining with bliss. As gently as possible, he lifts his hand to Lucien's head and tenderly strokes his index finger down the baby's tiny nose. Lucien bubbles his lips—the only reaction he shows, but it is enough to bring tears to Eris' eyes. He quickly blinks them away, his heart aching with everything he’s feeling, and lets his fingers softly poke Lucien's chubby cheek.

"Careful," his mother whispers, her voice filled with tenderness. "He's only a few hours old."

Eris flashes her a reassuring smile, his voice thick with emotion. "Always, mother. I promise... to always keep this little one safe."

Then Eris leans closer to Lucien.

"Listen, little brother, I mean it. I will forever protect you, I will forever keep you safe. You never need to fear any kind of danger." With that, Eris kisses the little boy’s head and a small tear falls onto his cheek.

He will question his mother later about his father’s outburst, but for now he allows himself to enjoy the moment. No one will ever take it away from him. No matter what happens, he will always treasure this moment in his heart and keep it safe there until the end of his immortal life. This moment, here with his baby brother in the sanctuary of his mother’s room.

[escapismsworld]

Forest House in the French Alps 🇫🇷

[cozycottagelife]

[dreams-incorporated]

Our family home

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[frame-narrative]

[moosesarecute]

Chapter 20: The Shadow to my Flame

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There was a lot to say about Eris Vanserra, but if Ashe knew one thing about her brother it was that Eris loves routines.

Ashe had received a letter from her brother on the 29th of each month for a year, except for February where she got it on the 28th. He even wrote in the letter that it annoyed him that February only had 28 days that year and that he was looking forward to sender her a letter on the 29th of February next year.

However, the 29th of February arrived, and Ashe didn’t receive a letter. And then the first days of March arrived, she still didn’t get any letter.

She had told her mate about the unusual behaviour, but he didn’t worry about it. They had planned a meeting with Eris in two days, so Azriel could ask him about it then. Azriel left for the meeting early in the morning. He gave Ashe a sweet kiss to her forehead and told her to keep warm and let for the day.

After a few hours, Rhys reached out to her and asked her to get to the River House. Ashe glamoured her smell and winnowed. She was met by Feyre and Rhys, but also Cass and her mate. Azriel’s shadows immediately surrounded her and forcefully led her to a chair. She sent Azriel an annoyed look as she sat down, but he just shrugged.

“What’s going on?” she asked. The shadows had moved away from her face and upper body, but her legs were still covered in darkness. They wanted her to keep sitting.

“We think Beron knows about Eris’ scheming against him,” Azriel told her.

Her heart stilled. What? How could that happen? And how long had he known? It was obvious to Ashe that Eris hadn’t showed up to the meeting and it was now a week since she didn’t receive a letter from him. Beron could make a lot of damage in a short amount of time. If Beron knew…Ashe couldn’t even imagine how much pain Eris had gone through the last week.

She did her best to shut out the worst thoughts. What if he was dead? Beron often didn’t hesitate to kill.

Azriel laid a carefully placed hand on her thigh and she look at him with worried eyes.

“He didn’t show up to the meeting. None of my spies have seen him for days and Lucien also haven’t heard from him. My spies suspects that he is in the dungeons in the Forest House. Most of the leads have led to there, but I can’t say for sure.”

“So we sneak in and get him out. Kill Beron while we’re there,” Ashe answered. She and Azriel was still looking at only each other.

“We don’t know our way around the Forest House good enough. I haven’t needed information from it since you worked there. We don’t know the routines either.”

Ashe raised her gaze away from her mate and spoke to the rest of her family. She knew Azriel wouldn’t let her, so she hoped the rest would.

“I know my way around, I can-”

“Nope, absolutely not,” Azriel cut her off as he stood, exactly like she thought he would. “I’m not letting you so close to Beron.”

“We have to do something,” she said and tried to stand up just like Azriel had done. However, the shadows held her in place. “I know firsthand how much pain Beron can cause in only a matter of hours. It’s been a week. We need to help him.”

Rhys was first to speak that pulled Ashe and Azriel out of their “mating bobble” as Mor liked to call it.

“We have to help him, but we can’t if it’s poorly planned. We need to take some time figuring out the details.”

To hell with the details.

Ashe was a master of poorly planned plans that works. She could do the same this time.

She knew it was dangerous, both for her and others, but she needed to do it. Eris hadn’t hesitated saving her, so she was going to save him. Whether her mate wanted her to or not.

“You promise you’ll make sure he’s okay?” she asked carefully.

“We’ll do all we can. Az, Cass and I will start planning immediately and start the plan as soon as we finish. Trust me, we protect our allies.”

Ashe nodded and looked to Azriel. It was never fun to lie to him, but she knew better than anyone how little time they had to do this. She only knew she or Lucien, preferring both, would be the only two that managed to get around the Forest House quickly enough.

So even thought it wasn’t safe, she knew what she had to do.

“Okay, I trust you,” she told Rhys before she turned to her mate. “I’ll leave it to you.”

Azriel nodded and helped her stand. She let him kiss her forehead.

“I’ll see you at home?”

“Yeah, after Eris is saved, you’ll see me at home,” she answered. Half-truths.

Then, she winnowed directly to Lucien.

Lucien freaked out on level with Ashe when she told him Eris was probably being tortured as they spoke.

They planned quickly and soon they were both dressed as servants of the Autumn Court. Lucien winnowed both of them and they picked up many different logs, pretending to have been in the forest to get more wood for fire.

They walked up to the ID-sone and waited until the two guards turned to them, before they took one log each and hit them hard in the head.

The ID-sone only had guard exchange every three hours, so they hopefully had a long time until someone noticed them.

“Did you already glamour yourself?” Lucien asked her and they snuck from shadow to shadow on their way to the dungeons. “You still look like you, by the way, if you have glamoured something other than your smell, it didn’t work.”

Shit. He wasn’t supposed to notice that. Ashe didn’t have time to come up with an explanation before Lucien put two and two together. He grabbed her arm and forcefully stopped her rushed walking.

“Please for the love of the mother’s cauldron do not tell me you have glamoured your smell for the reason females usually glamour their smell.”

Ashe didn’t know how to answer, so she just sent him an extremely fake and big smile.

“Azriel is going to kill me,” Lucien told her, but at the same time he started to move towards the dungeons once more. He walked in front of her this time. Probably trying to make sure she was a little safer than he was.

He knew he couldn’t do anything about it now. Leaving now would be more dangerous than leaving with Eris would be. Lucien knew it, but Ashe could still see how annoyed he was at her for putting herself in danger while pregnant.

Ashe and Azriel hadn’t planned on having children any time soon, perhaps not ever. They first spoke about it before their mating ceremony. They had both agreed that they didn’t feel ready. They had opened the discussion about every five years and come to the same conclusion. During Amarantha and the war after, they had agreed that it was definitely not the time. And Feyre’s pregnancy scared Azriel quite a lot about the same happening to Ashe. However, Nyx was now about a year old and Ashe was pregnant.

They hadn’t planned it. Both had been taking the tonics, but the mother had different plans for them. Ashe had woken up with a high fever one day and immediately knew. Azriel obviously didn’t know about Autumn-females having burning fevers during pregnancy and was freaking out. He had been awake, having a mental breakdown, for over an hour before Ashe woke up. She told him that she probably was just pregnant and he freaked out even more. It took him only about five minutes until they were standing outside Madja’s. They stood outside, because Ashe was throwing up about everything she ate the day before, mostly because of Azriel’s rushed flying.

The moment Madja told them the babe didn’t have wings, Azriel turned into an entirely different person. The only other time Ashe had seen him that happy was on their mating ceremony. They cried and laughed and daydreamed for the rest of the day. Neither one of them had expected to be so happy to have a babe on the day.

Ashe had only just entered the second trimester, and if you look away from the fever she constantly had, the pregnancy had been manageable. She did throw up in the start, but it went away quickly. She craved sweets, but there was no food or drinks she couldn’t stand. Azriel had gotten into the routine of bringing home her favourite pastries and lots of chocolate when he came home for the evening.

Other than that, Azriel had been more possessive than ever before. Even his shadows clung tighter to her than usual. He had been dreading leaving her every morning and he had multiple times come home totally stressed out because he didn’t know how she was doing. Azriel found it almost more exhausting than Ashe did.

If she had just let herself think a little more, she would cry from the feeling of lying to her mate, knowing the amount of stress he would feeling when he realized where she had gone.

However, she didn’t have time to worry about that, because the second she and Lucien rounded the corner of the dungeons, they were surrounded by all the guards of the Forest House. In the middle of guards stood Eris, gaged and his hands tied behind his back, and he looked horrified.

“Well shit,” was Lucien’s reaction and Ashe had to say she agreed.

Azriel felt so stupid. So incredibly stupid.

How could he not have realized what she was planning. It had been over an hour. Caldron, he shouldn’t have believed his mate. He never believed her before, why did he suddenly start doing it now?

“Yeah, after Eris is saved, you’ll see me at home” she had said and Azriel had been too relived she was going to be safe to realize what she meant.

Ashe loved her brother. Azriel could never understand why, but she did. If he was in danger, of course she wouldn’t stay home and wait for someone else to save him.

“For caldrons sake,” he muttered as he stood up in Rhys’ office.

He immediately sent all his shadows home, hoping that it was a chance she was there. However, he knew she wasn’t.

Ashe had tried to surprise him a few days ago and the shadows had told Azriel about it. Ashe had then become extremely upset and forbade the shadows from clinging on to her unless Azriel was there for the next week. The week was over in one day and Azriel hated it.

“What’s going on?” Cass asked him.

He didn’t answer until his shadows arrived back with the news he knew he was getting, but that he absolutely hated.

“For fucks sake Flame,” he said aloud as the total terror filled his body. His shadows were screaming in his ears and his entire body was shaking with fear and anger. Fear because he never knew what his mate was planning, he only hoped she had a plan this time. Fear because he knew all the danger that could happen to her. Anger because he hated the fact that he couldn’t let his pregnant mate go where and do that she wanted without knowing she could be in immense danger.

He started moving out of the office when Rhys stopped him.

“Where are you going?”

“The Autumn Court,” he answered plainly. His voice was lethally calm.

“If she is in Autumn we definitely need to plan better,” Rhys tried to argue and deep down Azriel agreed.

“She’s pregnant Rhys,” was his only answer and not even seconds later, he and his brothers were ready to travel to the Forest House.

“If hurting poor Eris a little was all I had to do to get you back here I would’ve done it a long time ago,” Beron spoke. His voice still gave Ashe shivers. She felt the need to shrink down, however she spent all her energy staying up and pretending he didn’t scare her as much as he did.

Hurting Eris “a little” was an understatement. Eris looked awful. He could barely stand on his feet and he was bleeding from many wounds. However, he looked more worried than anything else. This was probably his worst nightmare, Ashe realized. Eris had gotten both Ashe and Lucien out of Autumn and now, he was the reason they had gotten caught. Or he probably thought he was the reason.

The throne room was filled with guards. They stood almost shoulder against shoulder through the entire room. The main door was blocked by people and the servant door had a huge bookshelf in front of this. They had for some reason known they would come.

“Something you wish to say, dear daughter?”

Tears of fear pressed on her eyes. She absolutely hated how only his voice gave her such a huge amount of fear. It brought back so many painful memories.

Lucien still stood slightly in front of her. If they found out about her pregnancy there was nothing he could do, but it gave her some comfort.

“I’d rather not,” she answered as proudly as possible.

Beron sat even more proudly on his throne. He wore his finest clothes and his biggest crown. He looked happy. Ashe wanted to punch him in the face.

She wasn’t alone in that.

It didn’t take long for her to feel the familiar pull in her chest. Even in such a situation, the pull made her only feel safe. It became stronger and stronger until a loud bang was heard on the door.

Beron looked confused.

“Who is that?” he asked loudly. He tried to make his voice sound intimidating, but having heard Azriel’s intimidating voice, he didn’t even sound half as scary.

Ashe felt a soft touch on her mental shields as the answer.

“I’ve never seen Azriel closer to a heart attack,” Rhys laughed slightly into her mind.

“The High Lord of the Night Court” Ashe answered aloud to Beron and the second she spoke, the door opened.

In walked Rhys with Cass and Azriel a few meters behind him. Seeing Rhys in his suit made Ashe understand they weren’t originally planning on traveling to Autumn this soon. Seeing Azriel’s gaze, made her realize how angry her mate truly felt. He was never angry at her, not directly, but at that moment, she wasn’t so sure anymore. She didn’t have the time to worry about it though.

“Attack,” Beron’s voice boomed through the room and all the guards moved into fighting stance.

The throne room became a mess. Her mate was fighting with his brothers, trying to get as many guards as possible away. Lucien was fighting too, trying to protect Ashe to his best ability. And Ashe did her best to reach Eris.

She was surrounded too, but she used her fire to get them away from her. She had begun practicing with Feyre. They learned from each other. Ashe taught Feyre how to use her fire and Feyre helped Ashe learn how to control her own fire better.

Ashe sat quite a few pants on fire and also hair, but made sure not to harm the skin unless in was absolutely necessary.

She made her way to Eris almost without any injuries. She had only been hit by fire once, and it hit the lower parts of her leg. So it was no danger for her or the babe.

She was about to remove the ties from Eris’ hands, when he began moving roughly from side to side. Ashe took it as a sign she needed to turn, and she saw a huge male moving towards her.

She was preparing to high him with fire, but she never got the chance.

The male suddenly laid face down on the floor, a knife stabbed into his neck. Azriel quickly leaned down and pulled the knife out before he plunged it into the guards back and again pulled it out.

He then looked at Ashe, he fought against the softening in his eyes, but it was still there.

“Get the fuck out of here,” was the only thing he said before he turned to disarm the next guard.

Ashe then turned and untied Eris’ gag.

“I’m so sorry,” he said with a horse voice. It looked like he struggled to speak. It seemed like he was a lot weaker than he let on. Ashe hurried to untie his hands too and helped him up on his feet. She could then smell the faebane. It made her nauseous. Of course, faebane would be the only thing that triggered her sickness.

She managed to get Eris to a wall he could lean on before she threw her guts out. It was so bad. She was heaving and struggled to breathe for a few seconds before she got control of her airflow again, but her head was still spinning. Eris had sunk down on the floor by the time she managed to stand up straight again.

What was she going to do? Even standing a few meters away from him made her want to throw up. It was no way for her to get him out of there.

“Run,” Eris spoke in the loudest voice he could, but it was still only a whisper. “Run!”

However, his unsteady voice and Ashe’s spinning head made her unable to hear what he was saying before it was too late. A rough arm wrapped around her neck and Beron dragged her to the throne. A knife pointed to her ribcage, and she felt frozen. One cut and he could kill not only her, but also her babe.

“I would stand down if I was you,” he spoke loudly and slowly but surely the fighting stopped all over the throne room.

Ashe was terrified as she looked around the room. Both Lucien and Rhys looked like they had been beaten pretty badly. Cass and Eris looked horrified at her. Azriel was fuming with both terror and anger, but he had lowered truth teller. Many guards laid dead on the floor. Many others had fled it seemed like. The rest of Ashe’s brothers were in the throne room. They seemed to take pleasure in watching the fights, but neither one of them looked like they had been fighting themselves.

Beron held her tightly and the knife slowly sunk deeper and deeper into her. It burned as it punctured the skin, but it didn’t hurt enough to be faebane on it. Or at least she hoped it didn’t.

She felt so helpless. She didn’t dare to move, because what if he hurt her babe. But at the same time, she had been stupid enough to go knowing he might hurt her.

Beron started by burning her shoulder. She refused to let out the hiss she wanted to and waited for him to stop. It lasted only a few seconds.

“What do you want?” Rhys asked him.

“She is my daughter, she belongs to me. I can do whatever I want,” was his only answer as he burned her shoulder once more. It hurt quite a lot more this time, but Ashe still didn’t show any signs of discomfort. She only spoke when he stopped the fire.

“I belong to my mate,” she snarled at him and he only met her with even more fire, now going from her shoulder to her throat. She couldn’t hold back her hiss any longer.

Ashe didn’t belong to anyone, but in Autumn standers she would belong to Azriel the second they got mated. Beron didn’t care about that though.

“Such a good mate you have if he let you get caught,” he said and for a second, she thought Azriel was going to explode.

However, he took one step and Beron cut Ashe’s side deep enough for her to scream out. She looked down as far as she could and it seemed like the cut was close enough to her side for the baby to be unharmed, hopefully. Azriel froze immediately. She hated the horror displayed on his face. She tried to push love down the bond, but he had shut her out completely.

“Ah, the shadowsinger, who would’ve guessed,” Beron spoke and continued holding the knife inside her wound.

He started the fire again, but this time Ashe had enough. She moved her hands from keeping the balance at her sides to touching Beron’s stomach. Then, she burned him.

“Stupid girl,” he answered and only burned her even more. She tried to do the same, but it was harder and harder to use more power and at the same time endure such pain.

She had to let out a small scream, but refused to show the actual amount of pain she was in.

It was becoming too much. The knife and the fire were too painful. She needed someone to do something, but she didn’t know what. It felt like the entire room held their breaths. One movement from her family and Beron would kill her babe. She couldn’t see Azriel anymore. The fire was too bright for her to open her eyes.

“Stop it,” Beron then said and gave her even more motivation to burn. She felt the familiar feeling of burning as she realized she had burned Beron enough for her own hands to catch fire again. She didn’t care about it though, she only hoped for the fire to make more harm on Beron than what it this on her.

However, she soon had to give up. Beron pushed the knife deeper into her side and she had to scream again, this time also her body moved to the pain. Her legs almost gave out and she had no choice but to move her hands from Beron’s stomach. He chocked her even more as she struggled to stand upright.

She was going to pass out from all of it. From the pain, from the lack of air and from the fear. And then, he would kill her. Kill her and the babe. She let out a tear at the thought that Azriel would have to live on without them. She just wanted to be in his safe arms. But she wasn’t and she would never be again.

“Stupid girl,” Beron said once more and the fire got even hotter and stronger. It burned up her throat and down her chest.

She was convinced she could hear Azriel screaming, but she wasn’t sure. Maybe she was just imagining. Maybe she just hoped to hear his beautiful voice one last time before she died.

Before Beron got his will.

However, suddenly all the fire disappeared. A gurgling sound was heard. The knife fell to the ground with a clink and the coolness of the air and a couple of shadows calmed the burning on Ashe’s skin.

“Stupid male,” the Lady of Autumn, Ashe’s mother, spoke from behind Beron. “You’ve done enough harm.”

Blood splashed as her mother slit Beron’s throat and let both him and the knife fall to the ground. The second his arm moved, Ashe also fell to the ground, heaving after air.

It didn’t take long for her to be embraced in soft arms. Her mother didn’t hold her tight, but she still held her. Ashe managed to lean her head on her as both of them cried.

It was over.

It was finally over.

Beron was dead. He could no longer bring any harm to any one of them and not anyone else either.

The tears ran as they just held onto each other. This was the third hug Ashe had ever gotten from her mother. One the day she was born, one the day Beron tried to kill her and now the third one the day Beron was finally gone for good.

She almost let out a laugh, a very weak laugh, but still a laugh, at the thought that it was over. Finally. She didn’t need to fear him anymore. Ashe hadn’t let him break her and he would never try to break her again.

Another pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders. The smell told her it was Lucien, but she had nuzzled her head too far into her mother’s arms to watch what was going on beside her.

That was until she smelled Eris and the faebane. It took her only one second to move so that she didn’t throw up on her mother and then she let it all out.

“What is going on with you?” Eris asked her and she didn’t know if she was going to laugh or cry at the sound of her brother’s voice. He sounded a lot better than before. Ashe then felt shadows move hair away from her face.

“She’s pregnant,” Azriel told him softly as he moved to sit down next to her. He moved so that he held her hair instead. “Faebane?”

She only nodded as she threw up again.

Azriel sat patiently beside her as she threw up all she had in her stomach, which wasn’t a lot.

“Can someone get her some water?” Azriel asked out to no one, but he didn’t stop looking over his mate. As soon as she had finished throwing up and turned around to be in his arms, he spoke again. “I know you’re my Wildflame, but I hate you sometimes.”

Ashe just nuzzled into his chest and tried to exchange the faebane smell with his comforting smell.

“You once said you love me, temper and all,” she told him as she took another deep breath.

“I take it back,” he said with a small laugh. A laugh that told her that he was joking. “I love you for your calm and collected mind that never do anything that isn’t totally safe.” He then kissed the top of her head and spend some time smelling her as well. She had lowered her glamour the second Azriel got to her side. “I’m proud of you though.”

She muttered a small thanks and when the water arrived, she drank it. Then, the healers arrived as the wound on her side was a quick fix, the fire would take longer, but Ashe didn’t mind that. Their babe was safe.

Ashe then took some time to look around. Her mother and Lucien were still hugging and talking. Probably catching up from all the years apart. Ashe wanted to do the same when they had finished. Cass and Rhys stood speaking with Eris. He looked totally overwhelmed from all the new power he suddenly had gotten as he was now the High Lord. The rest of her brothers had given Eris a small nod and then left. Ashe didn’t have a need to know where they were going or who they were. She had never really had much with them to do.

Azriel still stood by her side. He was looking at her with a smile. He held one arm around her and the shadows were once more keeping her tied to the chair. She had crossed a line and the two of them had compromised that Azriel was allowed to be a total mother hen for the next two months and then the last month of her pregnancy. It would be annoying at times, but she was looking forward to being able to cling to her mate for a while.

It was finally over.

“I’m never going to get used to that,” Eris spoke from beside her. He carried two glasses and handed her one of them as he sat down at the table she sat on. “It’s alcohol free.”

Being pregnant at a mating ceremony was exhausting, even though she was only four months along. A bump had begun to form and most females had started asking to feel it. Ashe hated that.

What she didn’t hate was Azriel and Eris’ mutual understanding that they would do anything to make sure Ashe was safe and comfortable. She had never seen the two speak so nicely to each other. It felt almost refreshing. Eris seemed to be going along with the rest of her family too. He had really managed to let go and relax a little bit now that Beron was finally dead. Ashe was looking forward to him having a bigger part in her life, but also having a big part in her child’s life.

“I’m happy for them,” Ashe answered him and took a sip from her drink.

Their mother and Helion was currently having their first dance and it weren’t a single dry eye in the room, except for Eris’ and Ashe’s. Even Azriel had cried a little. Even though he was happy for them, Eris found it mildly uncomfortable to see his mother and Helion make out as much as they did. Ashe on the other hand knew that if she started crying, she would not be able to stop, so she tried to hold back the tears.

“How’s Tilde doing?” she asked her brother. “Not too overwhelmed?”

Eris had told everyone about his secret wife only days ago and their mother had insisted on having her attend the mating ceremony. She was currently getting to know Azriel and the rest of Ashe’s family. Azriel was there mostly to make sure his brother’s behaved. Ashe had been standing there as well, but she needed a break and sat down at the table.  

“I think she’s happy. I am at least very happy to not having to fear for her life any longer,” Eris answered and his eyes glowed as he looked at his wife.

Eris had met Tilde only a week before the slaughter of lesser faeries started. Tilde was a lesser faerie and Eris had worked extremely hard to get her and her two kids out of Autumn and to a safe space. Eris had told Ashe that Tilde was a friend that needed help, she hadn’t known that they kept contact all these years. They had married right after Under the Mountain, but Ashe was starting to convince them to have another marriage ceremony where all their families could attend.

Eris almost glowed from happiness when they were together, and Ashe really enjoyed seeing him that light and carefree. He looked multiple years younger.

“How’s the babe?” he asked. “And how are you?”

Ashe only had one answer.

“Hot.”

Eris laughed a little at her answer, but he soon found a solution.

“I know we haven’t eaten dinner yet, but I don’t think anyone can hold a High Lord and maid of honor accountable for stealing some of the ice cream that is for dessert,” he told her with a glint in his eyes.

It was Ashe’s turn to laugh, but she joined him as they snuck into the kitchen to steal some ice cream. And to no one’s surprise, Azriel was only a few meters behind them.

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chapter xvi - gust & flame

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Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

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Eris marched to Y/N. His eyes raced across her, noting all the injuries she suffered. Her heartbeat was weak, barely audible to his fae ears. 

Azriel watched him with closely, prepared to guard and protect Y/N’s helpless body from Eris’ new and unpredictable power. 

He remembered when Rhysand had gained his High Lord capacity. The new strength was both intoxicating and terrifying. It took Rhys time to get a hold on it, to control it. 

Furthermore, Azriel didn’t trust Eris like he had trusted Rhysand. 

“Give her to me,” Eris growled, only looking at Y/N’s face and not even bothering to acknowledge the shadowsinger. 

“I am not so sure I should,” Azriel countered coolly, his hold over Y/N tightening. 

Eris finally looked into his hazel eyes, glaring into them. “I would never hurt her, Shadowsinger. I swore allegiance to your High Lord to keep her safe. She needs a healer – and quick."

And without waiting for a response, Eris scooped Y/N into his arms, fully intending to fight Azriel if he tried to stop him. 

Now that his mate was in his grasp, Eris whipped around to find his mother. But she was already standing a few feet behind him when he sought her out. 

“Go," Leonora urged him. "Take her to the healer. Lucien and I will take care of things here.”

She looked around them at what was left of Beron’s loyalists. They were either dead or had surrendered. Nesta, Cassian, Jurian, and Vassa guarded them with weapons at the ready. 

Eris nodded gratefully and rushed Y/N to the royal healer. 

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Even before Y/N fully came to, she knew that she wasn’t in Night Court. 

For one, there was the smell: cedar wood, amber, rain, and very subtle hints of both pumpkin and apple. It surrounded her. Then there was the chill, it was different than the Night Court. Someone had clearly left a window or two open. And the cold was refreshing, like a relief after too long and too hot of a summer in the mortal lands. It felt like a chill that could cure the human body and soul. 

Y/N’s eyes finally found the strength to flutter open. 

She looked around to find she was indeed still in Autumn Court. 

And she was laying in a canopy bed grander even than the one she had been given in the Night Court. The detailing on the woodwork was impossible to overlook. 

It was lovely and cozy, not at all what she would’ve imagined the dreaded Forest House of Autumn Court would look like. She had expected everything to be red – red like blood – unsettling and harsh. But there was soft browns everywhere, and an overall rustic warmth to the place. 

It wasn’t until Y/N looked on the other side of the room that she started to believe she wasn’t just sleeping in a random guest room of a grand estate.

There was a coffee table with a pile of books and an old cup of tea, half sipped. As well as some papers written on, with a discarded quill sitting on top of them all. The candle and roaring fire beyond made it even cozier. 

Y/N glanced down to see that her injuries had been tended to and someone had changed her out of the soaking wet underdress that had exposed her to the entire Autumn Court. Beron had made sure to humiliate her, she was honestly surprised he hadn’t stripped her completely naked to make his point. 

Now she wore a nightgown with decorative lace and silk in the Autumn Court's colors. It wasn’t very modest – but yet again Night Court seemed the least concerned with modesty compared to the other Prythian Courts – besides perhaps Summer. 

Y/N slowly sat up in bed, making sure to be careful of an lingering injuries. But she felt refreshed and healthy. 

Beron must be dead. Surely. 

If she were alive and put in such a lovely bedroom, Eris must have won the battle. 

Come to think of it, Y/N was struggling with remembering the details of the fight. There was pain and fire and blood. But she couldn’t seem to find the last thing that happened to her before she fell into a cloud of darkness. 

Y/N found a thick shawl hanging over a chair next to the bed. Almost as if someone knew she would want to cover herself before going anywhere. 

She wrapped it around herself and searched the room for something she could use as a weapon. 

Right about now Y/N really missed the resourcefulness of having a sentient home like the House of Wind, who could just drop anything she politely asked for. 

Y/N smiled with relief when she found a dagger similar to the one Eris had gifted her. It had been slightly hidden in a drawer of one of the nightstands.

She didn’t bother keeping it sheathed, letting the deadly blade gleam. 

Taking a deep breath, Y/N gathered her courage before throwing the door open to see what would be waiting for her on the other side. 

“Plan on stabbing me, do you?” 

“Lucien?” Y/N gasped.

The redheaded male was sitting on the ground across from her bedroom, legs crossed, calmly reading a book. He hadn’t even looked up from it when she’d emerged. 

“I was wondering when you would finally sneak out of that bedroom,” Lucien sighed as he finally looked up at her. 

Y/N looked at him wearily. 

The last few days had been harrowing and she wasn’t sure where she stood with others of these fae. They weren’t her friends any longer. But she wasn’t sure if they were quite her enemies either. 

Lucien stood. “Everyone figured you would be the most comfortable with me being the one guarding your bedroom.”

“Everyone?” Y/N asked with a scowl. 

He smiled. “Well…Eris.” 

“So…So Beron is…d-dead?” 

Lucien’s smile dropped as he heard the fear in her voice. He gave a slow nod. “I am sorry…for what he did to you, Y/N.” 

But she wouldn’t meet his gaze. 

Lucien cleared his throat. “If you are feeling well enough, I thought perhaps I could show you around the Forest House.” 

Y/N just gave me a short nod. 

Lucien looked relieved at her agreement. “I have a thing for babysitting mortal females that unexpectedly show up in fae courts.”

She could only assume he was referring to Feyre when she was in the Spring Court. But she didn’t bother asking for him to clarify. 

“I wish to keep the dagger,” she added darkly, daring him to challenge her on it.

But Lucien raised a brow. “I never said anything about taking it from you. And if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t mind watching you stab a few of the courtiers still alive.” 

And then he started walking, not looking back or waiting to see if she would follow. 

Y/N quickly caught up with him, the dagger tightly gripped in her right hand. 

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“Only a small portion of the house is above ground – less than half. The rest is built into the stone beneath. Most of the house is hidden amongst the trees and rocks that rest above ground. The property stretches far – even the most trained eye cannot tell where the Forest House begins or ends.”

Y/N had been quietly listening to Lucien’s little tour for nearly three hours now. Now and then she would ask questions. But mostly she just let him talk. 

Once again, the Forest House was nothing like she would have imagined. With Beron ruling this kingdom, she half-expected the place to be a dark and grimy dungeon. That evil man didn’t deserve to live in such a beautiful place.

How much had he tainted the Autumn Court with his wickedness?

“But Eris and mother prefer to remain above ground,” Lucien added, catching at how Y/N's body stiffened every time he mentioned Eris. “They need the sunshine.”

Lucien led her out onto a balcony that was surrounded by such a thick woods that it felt more like a tree house. 

For a few minutes, the two of them just stared out at the view. 

There were trees and hills as far as the eye could see. It looked like someplace one could easily hide or sneak through undetected. Yet Y/N had failed to do just that. 

“How did they ever find me in this?” Y/N whispered, really only to herself. 

But of course Lucien heard it. 

“You would have never been able to pass through, Y/N. There are wards surrounding this court. Beron knew of everyone that ever entered his territory.” 

Y/N’s head still bowed in shame. 

Then she looked up at Lucien. “Is it hard for you…being back here?” 

Lucien took a moment to look out at the trees and mountains before he answered, “I never thought I’d walk through these halls ever again.” 

“They must hold terrible memories for you,” Y/N mumbled. 

“Yes. But believe it or not, they also hold some good memories. Memories that I haven’t allowed myself to think of in quite some time. I guess that is how I coped with it: either remember everything or remember none of it. at all” 

Y/N gave him a sympathetic look and a shy nod. Without realizing what she was doing, her hand reached across the railing and squeezed his own. 

Lucien glanced down their hands with a small and shy smile. 

“Come,” he said, nodding behind them at the house. “You must be starving. And I’m sure my brother has been pacing all day, waiting to see you for himself.”

“Why wasn’t he the one waiting outside my bedroom?” 

Lucien froze and turned to look at her head-on. “Because Eris is convinced that you hate him – or you are scared of him. I can’t tell. But my brother figured he would be last person you would want to see when you awoke.”

“I do not fear him,” Y/N whispered quietly, yet with confidence. 

“And you should not,” Lucien surprised her by responding. “I’ve never seen my brother care for someone’s safety the way he cares about yours. Not even my mother.” 

With that, he began walking again, leading her through the giant sprawl. 

It took almost twenty minutes just to get to the dining hall. Of course it was grand. Clearly, it was meant for hosting the entire court and visiting guests of the court. 

And Y/N expected those guests to also be in attendance for this dinner. Or at least the surviving Vanserra family. 

But it was only Eris at the other end of the giant hall, pacing with his back to them. 

As soon as he heard their arrival though, his back went straight and he whipped around to the face them. 

First, there was relief in his eyes at seeing Y/N safe and healed. But that was quickly hidden.

Y/N caught his usual cool and passive expression. But then she blinked and he tried to give her somewhat of a warm look. It seemed to take great effort from Eris to do so. 

Lucien was the one to break the silence. “Have any other errands for me, brother?” 

Eris glared at him. “I am just relieved you didn’t bore her to death.” 

“I am more interesting company than you,” Lucien shot back. Then he turned to Y/N, “I shall leave you two to it then.”

“You’re leaving?” Y/N blurted out accidentally. 

Lucien had an almost mischievous smirk as he nodded and took his leave. 

Y/N expected that Eris would wait for her to approach him. After all, he was a High Lord now. And she was...Well, she was nothing.

But it was Eris who quickly lessened the distance between them. However, he stopped a longer distance away from her than necessary. Perhaps he really did believe she was scared of him. 

Eris cleared his throat. “I assume eating here would be less comfortable. I requested a more…secluded place for us to dine.”

Y/N just watched him. 

His tone was softer, gentler. Like he was speaking to a wild doe who would scurry away with any sudden movement. 

Her silence seem to unsettle him, though. 

“Unless, that is,” he quickly added, “you wish to dine alone in your rooms.”

His gaze shot down to the dagger that was still gripped in her hand. 

He couldn't help but smirk. “I see you’ve grown fond of my dagger.”

His dagger? The rooms. The bedroom that seemed to belong to someone. 

“They’re your rooms?” She asked without thinking.  

Eris seemed caught off guard that she would figure it out. “Yes. I have wards surrounding them, stronger than anything else in the house. I conjured them myself. And there is nowhere safer in the Forest House.”

“B-But where are you sleeping? I do not wish to inconvenience you.”

Eris actually let out a laugh. “I assure you, it is not inconvenience. There is plenty of space in this dreadful place.” 

Y/N didn’t know what to say next. But it still felt odd, her staying in his intimate quarters. 

But then she couldn’t ignore how at home she felt waking up, how comfortable. She had just been attacked and practically tortured. Yet, she wouldn’t know it with how safe she had felt this morning.  

Y/N took in a deep breath. “I would not mind having dinner with you…if I am able to ask you some questions.” 

Eris bowed his head. “I believe that is a fair exchange.” 

Then he gestured for her to walk ahead of him. 

He led her through a few more hallways until they were outside on a terrace. 

Plates and silverware were already set up, with candles lighting the small table.

Y/N turned to look at him, but Eris seemed to be trying to ignore her stare. 

Clearly he had made a bit of an effort here. And Y/N was taken aback by it. 

Who was Eris Vanserra now that Beron was dead and he was High Lord?

He gestured toward table, signaling that she should sit first. 

Y/N reached for the one chair, and her face got hot when Eris moved behind to push in her chair for her. Then he moved into the corner across from her. 

As soon as they were settled, Eris waved his hand over the table and food magically appeared before them. It took up every inch of the table. Then one set of wine glasses filled with light wine, while the other set filled with water. 

“Neat trick,” Y/N pointed out quietly. 

“Our cooks made it,” Eris explained, almost sounding bored. “I simply summon it.” 

But Y/N wasn’t wasting any time. “When did you know?” She uttered suddenly. 

Eris froze mid sip of drinking his wine. 

“When did you figure out I was your…mate?” 

Eris finished his sip, turning it into a gulp from the question. “As soon as I saw you.” 

“But that is not normal, is it?” Y/N challenged. 

“I will answer your questions if you eat,” Eris demanded as he gestured to her full plate. “You have been healing and sleeping. You have not eaten in nearly two days.”

Y/N sighed and did as he requested. 

“I suppose it not normal,” Eris agreed to her earlier statement. “But stranger things have happened.” 

“Why take me to Night Court? It was rather obvious they are not your friends. Why did you trust them, of all people?” 

“I do not have friends,” he corrected her harshly. “I took you to the Night Court because it was the safest place for you. There was no other option. Perhaps I was…desperate.” 

Y/N’s gaze grew cold and challenging. “And you promised an Autumn army you did yet have to make them agree?”

Eris ground his teeth. “Is that what they told you?” 

“No one told me.” 

The wind then, Eris surmised. 

“Is that why you ran?” He asked quietly. 

“I ran because they are not my friends. They only gave me shelter and protected me because they wanted your loyalty – even if that loyalty was forced. And, I guess, because Rhysand’s life depended on it.” 

Eris shifted in his chair, having mental battle with himself in his head. “No, Rhysand and his inner circle are not my friends. But their love for you was no act. Even now, they have not left your side.”

Y/N’s head snapped up in surprise. “They’re still here?”

“Yes, unfortunately. Irritating that lot is. They linger here to assure that you are alright. But I told them they were not allowed to speak with you until you had expressed that it was your wish to do so.”

Y/N blinked at Eris’ consideration. 

He seemed to be reading her face quite carefully. 

“For what it is worth,” Eris began, “they kept my secret by my demand. I did not want you to know about the bond because I thought it would make things left complicated and keep you safer.” 

“If I am being fair,” Y/N began. “I am not sure how I would’ve reacted, knowing from the start. I wouldn’t have understood any of it, really. I would’ve been…Well, I don’t know what I would’ve been.”

Eris nodded, appreciating the honesty. 

A moment of silence passed. 

He leaned toward her. “Were you running here, to me when you fled…or were you simply trying to return to the Mortal Lands?”

Y/N caught the hope in his eyes. She knew immediately what answer he sought. 

But she couldn’t give it to him. Not without lying.

Her head bowed. “I was going to the Mortal Lands. I didn’t even realize I had made it to Autumn until the leaves turned red. And then it was too late to turn around.” 

Eris leaned back in his chair, controlling his expression. Yet, somehow Y/N still knew that he was disappointed. 

Y/N waited a moment before she cleared her throat. “May I…May I make a request?”

“Please,” Eris urged her. 

I will give you anything. Anything you wish, he had to stop himself from adding. 

“I require a horse. Perhaps two.”

Eris watched her carefully, his face unreadable.  

“I had properly paid for a pair in Night Court,” Y/N quickly added when he didn’t instantly respond. “I never stole them. But obviously I lost them when I was…when your father apprehended me.”

“Y/N…” It was the first time he had said her name since she'd crossed into these borders. And she didn’t know why it made her heart flutter. “It is not safe for you in the Mortal Lands. It is not safe for you to be on your own at all. There are some who do not approve of my usurping. And you were exposed. Those who wish to hurt me will come after you.” 

Y/N’s breathing was getting heavy as she tried to control her temper. “I didn’t ask to be your mate. I didn’t ask for any of this!” 

She shot up from her chair, the table shaking from the movements. “Where are they? Take me to them.” 

Eris didn’t need her to clarify. He knew she spoke of the Night Court. 

His eyes went dark when he slowly stood. 

The movement must’ve been discomforting, for Y/N took a quick step backward from him and eyed him wearily. 

“Fine,” Eris hissed before stomping away, not waiting for her to follow. 

——

Some moments later, Eris had led her to a wing that Y/N was sure was on the opposite side of the Forest House than her own. 

He gestured toward a door, apparently refusing to open it himself. 

Y/N huffed and practically charged it. 

Nesta and Cassian jumped to their feet. But Azriel looked unsurprised by Y/N’s aggressive entrance. He probably had shadows lingering in the hall that she had missed. 

Cassian was the first to start opening his mouth to speak, but Y/N interrupted him before he could. She knew he was about to apologize by his face alone – and she couldn’t deal with it at this moment. 

“Take me to the Mortal Lands,” Y/N demanded of Cassian, before he could speak. 

His mouth dropped helplessly, and then he looked at Eris over her shoulder, as if he would silently give him answers. 

“Take me to the Mortal Lands,” Y/N repeated, even more angerily. “You at least owe me that after lying to me for months.” 

Cassian looked to his mate for guidance, but her expression was passive. 

“Y/N,” Eris spoke quietly, remaining behind her. “It is not safe.” 

“He’s right,” Azriel agreed as he pushed off the wall. “All of Autumn Court knows you are Eris’ mate – thanks to Beron.”

Y/N only glared at the shadowsinger. But to Azriel it was better than her not acknowledging him at all. 

“I can take care of myself,” Y/N nearly growled. 

Cassian stepped forward. “If you wish to go back to Night Court, we shall take you there. Or...” His eyes flicked to Eris. “You can stay here." He sighed, "But you will be a walking target in the Mortal Lands, open for the taking.” 

Y/N looked around at all of them as if they were insane. 

Only Nesta seemed to be as confounded as her. 

“So then…” Y/N whispered angrily. "I am being forced to pick between my prisons? Is that it?”

Eris stepped to her side. “You will never be a prisoner here, Y/N. You will be a guest.” 

Y/N was quiet. 

Nesta glared at the new High Lord. “And if he tries anything you do not consent to, I will cut off his prick myself and take you back to Night Court.” 

Cassian failed to hide his smile. 

Eris rolled his eyes. 

But Y/N wasn’t amused. 

Everyone watched her closely, waiting for her decision. 

“I shall stay here,” she finally announced. 

Without saying anything more, Y/N stormed out of the room. 

Eris didn’t follow. Instead, he gave the three Night Courtiers a warning look. “My borders remain open to you. If you wish to visit Y/N – on her terms – you may do so whenever you see fit.” 

Nesta gawked at him. Then glared at her mate and then Azriel. “We are just going to leave her here? Alone!? With him?!”

“She feels betrayed by all of you,” Eris countered gravely. 

Nesta crossed her arms. “And whose fault is that?” 

Eris took a moment to answer. “I did what I believed was best to protect her – and I will continue to do the same.”

Nesta slowly stepped toward the High Lord. “You know it wasn’t long ago that you were begging to marry me. I was unimpressed with you then, and I am even more unimpressed with you when it comes to my friend.” 

Eris didn’t back down though, not even to Lady Death. “And now you have your precious Illyrian.” Only he could whisper a mere fact and make it sound like an insult. 

Cassian shifted his weight nervously, fully preparing to have to step between his mate and her next prey. 

But Eris calmly looked at him and Azriel. “Y/N will be safe here.” 

Then Eris looked down at Nesta, knowing she needed to hear the next part more than anyone. “And though she is my mate, I make no assumptions that she will accept such a bond. Once Autumn Court has been calmed and she is no longer at risk, she can return to the Mortal Lands.”

“You think it will be that easy to let her?” Azriel challenged. 

Eris sneered at the shadowsinger. “You let her go, so why don’t you tell me?” 

It was now Nesta who was forced to hide her smile. 

Eris straightened and clasped his hands behind his back. “Stay another night or leave. I do not care.”

Then he left to go hunt down his mate, who was surely lost in the Forest House. 

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