You trail into the room behind your brother and Jurian, where dozens of Fae gather after the battle, awaiting word from Feyre Archeron.

Though your brother, Graysen, aided them against Hybern, you aren’t sure what it means, if Fae and humans will be able to live peacefully with one another.

He didn’t want you to come, thinking it’d be too overwhelming, but you insisted.

You’re scanning the room as your eyes meet those of a hazel pair, and something, you don’t know what, stirs in your chest.