A wicked, taunting smile curved his lips.
"Glad to see you woke up ready to play, Nesta."
Nesta had loved Cassian since she’d first laid eyes on him. Had loved him even when she did not want to, even when she had been swallowed by despair and fear and hatred. Had loved him and destroyed herself because she didn’t believe she deserved him, because he was all that was good, and brave, and kind, and she loved him, she loved him, she loved him—
Azriel's mouth curled up at the corner.
"I hope you're not giving my brother a hard time."
She set down her teacup.
"Is that a threat, Shadowsinger?"
Cassian took a long drink from his own tea. Drained it to the dregs.
Azriel said coolly, "I don't need to resort to threats."
The shadows coiled around him, snakes ready to strike.
Nesta gave him a smile, holding his stare. "Neither do I."
Never again would she be weak.
Never again would she be at someone's mercy.
«La première fois que j'ai vu ce regard sur ton visage, tu étais toujours humaine ... et je suis presque tombée à genoux devant toi. "
For a long moment, Nesta and Cassian wtached each other. The wind ripped at his shoulder lenght dark hair, but he might have been standing in a summer field for all the reaction he yielded to the cold. So much sharper up here, high above the city. It was all she could do to keep her teeth from chattering their way out of her skull.
Cassian finally said, "You'll be staying in your old room."
As is she had any sort of claim on this place. On anywhere at all. He went on, "My room is a level above that".
"Why would I need to know that ?" The words snapped out of her.
He began walking toward the glass doors that led into the mountain's interior.
"In case you have a bad dream and need someone to read you a story", he drawled, a half smile dancing on his face. "Maybe one of those smutty books you like so much."
Azriel chuckled. "You two need a chaperone up here?"
Cassian stepped in before things went south. “All right. Let Lady Death get some rest.”
“That’s not funny,” Nesta hissed.
Cassian winked, even as the others tensed. “I think it’s catchy.”
"Cassian knew the waltz, had watched and danced it for centuries. Knew its last half minute was a swift frenzy of notes and rising grand sound. Knew most dancers would keep waltzing through it but the brave ones, the skilled ones would do the twelve spins. The female blindly turning with one arm above her head rotated again and again by her partner as they moved across the dance floor. To spin was to risk looking the fool at best, to eat marble at worst. Nesta went for it. And Eris went with her. Eyes blazing with feral delight. The music stopped into its crashing finale. Drums striking, violins worrying and the entire room straightened. Eyes upon Nesta, this once human female who had conquered death, who now glowed as if she had devoured the moon."
"I have been broken once before," Gwyn said, her voice clear. "I survived it. And I will not be broken again - Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)not even by this mountain."
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