You were...reckless, to put it mildly. Never one to heed your parents, sneaking out at night with your uncles, Cassian and Azriel, or drinking with Mor. It was the usual routine. But one night, while out with friends, you were ambushed.

Arrows tore through your wings, pain slicing through you, their taunts echoing in your mind.

Now, you stood in the infirmary, your father—Rhysand—glared down at you, violet eyes like blazing stars. Half of him was consumed by worry… the other half, pure anger.