Chapter 1

Azriel

"You would not let them do this if it were Feyre." I spat at Rhys. He said nothing in return but the look he gave me was severe enough that I backed down, if only for a moment.

"I'm not letting them do anything. Elain asked to go. She wants to see the court her mate belongs to. It's only natural."

Rhys didn't meet my gaze as he picked at an invisible piece of dust on his jacket.

"And if memory serves, I endured Feyre doing much worse."

"Yes, well just wait until Tamlin finds out she's a Seeer. He'll lock her up too, and then you'll get to see how unlike Feyre she is because Elain would not survive!"

"Keep your voice down." Rhys demanded. "If you can't control yourself, go to the house."

I didn't move. I watched from a distance as Tamlin bowed and kissed her hand, and then Lucien led her into the carriage.

The horses began a slow trot, and as she leaned out of the window to wave goodbye, my heart splintered into pieces.

"She'll never leave the gardens of the spring court." I murmured.

"She's still wearing an iron engagement ring, Az. I don't think we can predict what she will or won't do."

"So what do we do now?" I asked of my High Lord.

"We get rip-roaring drunk." Rhys said.