Tonight was known as Calanmai or Fire Night.

Despite escaping the Autumn Court and seeking refuge in the Spring Court, it hadn't changed anything about you.

You had gathered the energy to go to the party, even when Lucien had told you it would be too much for you.

Your dress reflected the colors of spring, a light pink with bits of yellow.

The fire roared, the music blared, and the whole garden that once smelled of roses now smelled of smoke and wine.

Lucien was definitely right, it was a lot. You were about to leave when some nasty fae males blocked your path.

You debated using your power against them but then—

“There you are, sweetheart.” A dark soothing voice that sent a chill down your spine and body. You feel and see a tan-skinned arm across your shoulder. “Thank you for keeping her warm, but I’ll be her companion for the night.”

The males ran off with so much as a second glance. Thank the Mother.

“I do hope they didn't bother you for too long, miss.” Your savior turned you around, took your hand in his, and kissed the back of it. “We couldn't have anyone ruining your night while it's still young.”