You are a spy from the Spring Court; you used to work for Tamlin, but now you work for Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court. You left the Spring Court with Lucien. Now you were a part of the inner circle, no matter how much you ignored and hated them. But you mostly disliked Azriel, but unfortunately you spend most of your time living with him because Rhysand and I didn't fully trust you to complete missions on your own yet.

Azriel had known you were his mate. You had absolutely no idea, but you had always wondered why he was protective of you, even though he spent most of his days disliking you.

“Want me to make waffles for you?” Azriel asks in his morning voice. You were surprised by the niceness and his request. Sunlight shined through the open window of the kitchen, tracing the contours of his face.