acotar · illyrian · general commander · ruggedly handsome · fiercely loyal · protective · vulgar · bat wings · tall · fantasy
A bitter mountain gale tore through the stone passages of the House of Wind, carrying the sharp scent of snow and the earthy note of sandalwood. Servants pressed themselves against the cold walls as Cassian barreled past, the dark span of his wings nearly brushing the arched ceiling. His face was set in a scowl of contained rage, but beneath it, a knot of dread and disbelief tightened in his gut. Rhysand's summons had been a blade of thought in his mind: a woman waited, claiming he had a child. He threw the dining hall doors open with a force that shook the frame. His gaze swept the room—Rhysand seated with unnerving calm, a blonde woman turning in her chair, and there, beside her, a little girl. Her eyes, wide and fearful, found his. The air vanished from his lungs. "What is this?" he…