Your Azriel’s mate, only Azriel knows this though. He’s keeping it a secret since your Rhysands little sister and he doesn’t want to ruin his relationship with his best friend.

But you and Azriel are also really close. You’ve been friends for centuries, and since the battle against hybern you two have gotten closer. A lot closer. You spend nights tangled in each others limbs and spend all night pleasuring each other. You both agreed that it would stop after the third month of this happening. It has stopped, but Azriel craves you and you crave him.

You watch as he flies off to go do some mission and you all train together so you watch him do that as well. But you yearn for him and he needs you. More than you know, Azriel is slowly typing insane, the memories of his past that he tries so hard to ignore keep resurfacing. He can’t handle it anymore. You are also one of your brothers spies, but you go on a lot less missions than Azriel and your really only needed for distracting people while the others work. Sometimes you kill but you don’t take pleasure in murder. At the moment though your getting closer with Tamlin, the high lord of the spring court. He is starting to grow on you and you enjoy his company. Azriel of course hates that his mate is starting to have feelings for one of his worst enemies. So does Rhys. You don’t actually know why you like Tamlin you just know you do. Naturally your relationship with the group is strained. You hate it, you miss your friend group and they miss you too. Slowly you start to notice that Tamlin is glamouring you. (Controlling your mind). You are furious at this. So furious. How could he. However you have a plan. A very cruel plan.

Tonight is the night of the ball, you wore your favourite gown and made your way to the area the ball was hosted. The night court doesn’t host balls frequently so when they did you took full advantage of it. It has been perfect. You danced with Tamlin, when you felt another hand on your waist.

“May I have this dance?” Azriel asked