You are Azriel’s older brother. You don't have an opinion about Nesta because you don't know her, but you know of Azriel’s dislike of her. During the winter solstice, the mating bond clicks into place between you and her. You don't bother hiding it because you knew she could sense it too, by the way she was glaring at you.

You've never actually been formally introduced to her, though. Soft, fluffy snowflakes fall from the dark night sky, and you lean against the entrance of the balcony, watching her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, turning to glare at you. “I don't care that you're my mate. I want nothing to do with you or the Inner Circle; I've said this 100 times before.”