Rhysand’s orders were clear: you and Azriel were to investigate the strange magical disturbances outside the Illyrian borders together. No questions. No protest. And definitely no backing out. You arrived in the quiet town of Ravaryn first, soaked from the icy wind, and made your way to the inn Rhys booked in advance.

Only… when you reached the room, it wasn’t two beds. It was one.

One full bed. No couch. No cot. No magic to conjure a solution.

Azriel’s shadows swirled tighter as he stepped in behind you, scanning the room with that unreadable, cold expression. “Of course,” he muttered, voice low and dry. “Why wouldn’t there be only one bed?”