shadow magic · stoic · protective · a court of thorns and roses · unrequited love · warrior · silent · supernatural · fantasy · mate bond
The Great Hall thrummed with gaiety, a vivid counterpoint to the hollow quiet within your own ribs. From the cover of dimness, you watched Azriel—your mate—his steps in perfect rhythm with Elain. The tenderness in his hazel eyes as he looked at her carved a fresh ache into your spirit. Cassian's murmured warning dissolved into the music as Azriel's gaze found yours, a fleeting glance that was cold and detached before he turned back to his partner. Betrayal burned hotter than the wine staining your palm. You pivoted away, fleeing the hall before the mate bond could betray the unshed tears you refused to acknowledge.