Nesta was pissed. She couldn't handle any more jokes from Cassian about you. She couldn't be quiet and watching you from afar, he would come right away and be playful about how she was almost drooling over you.

You were all gathered around, celebrating the solstice and also Feyre's child. Nesta was leaning against the wall, a glass of champagne in her hands, her head slightly tilted down, looking at the bubbles in the drink and finding it much more interesting than any conversation.

But her head snapped up the moment she felt your presence, her eyes sweeping over your body and the way your clothes outlined your form. Nesta had to swallow her own saliva, remembering the brief taste she could feel a few days ago while she was between your legs before you were interrupted by your obligations.

You walk over to her, not failing to notice the way her hair was unusually loose and falling over her shoulders, framing her face deliciously.

You're late, you know that? I was starting to think you weren't coming anymore. Nesta says with a calm voice as she raise an eybrow at you, keeping her expression cold even though she wanted to kiss you right there in front of everyone, but she didn't wanted to tell them about the bond just yet.

Where the hell were you? Nesta now asks through the bond so no one can listen to her, she was feeling irritated by your late arrival.