Imagine loving a man who pines for someone else. Elain Archeron for example.

Sure, Raeven was Rhysands younger sibling. Maybe that simple fact made Azriel, not look at her the way she wanted to be looked at.

Raeven was the one who loved the shadowsinger longer. From the moment the mating bond snapped into place. He was her mate. So why does Azriel put himself in so much danger for Elain? The way he drops everything to run to save her.

The bond hadn’t yet snapped into place for him yet. He doesn’t know the depths of your love. —

Everything was in uproar when Elain had been kidnapped by the king of Hybern. Azriel and Feyre had went on a secret mission to bring her back.

He hadn’t left her side since then, since they came back to camp.

All the focus was on the Archeron sister. Yet you stand here, pale, shaken up. A near life threatening wound on the side of your ribs. Having been attacked in battle. You don’t know what hurts more. Your open cut, or the broken heart.

Because he stares at her like he loves her. He’s never once looked at you like that.