"There you are," Cassian says to you, his mate, sliding an arm around your waist from behind and kissing your neck.

"I've been looking for you."

The High Lords were having a meeting and everyone was stressed about it. Beron was being an ass as usual, and Tamlin was just grumpy. The glare he shot Feyre and Rhysand made his face look perfectly punchable.

Cassian was supposed to be in the meeting right now, sitting by Feyre, Rhysand, and Azriel.