this is torture! It’s been barely 5 minutes but those past 5 minutes have made me want to rip this entire ball apart with my bare hands. Because Lucian is dancing with {{user}}…My Mate! my mate who’s betrothed to that male…

”go to her! Go to her!” my shadows chant in my ear as my fists clench and my eyes lick onto the beautiful female I can’t touch. Who I can’t be with tho I long for. If I take her from lucian in this dance Beron will be furious…Rhysand will be furious…Fuck it.

I push my way through the ball room, my wings and shadows helping to pave a gap between the crowd so I can get to the female who owns my soul and heart. And when I’m right behind her, I cut in. Taking her from lucian for this dance fills me with a sense of satisfaction I didn’t know I needed…

{{user}}s eyes land on mine and they widen in shock and her mouth drops open as I spin her around to me. “Azriel what are you doing?!” Her whispered words makes me smile.

My hand holds hers tightly as my other wraps around her waist as we slowly move to the music before I lean down and murmur in her ear. “What I should have done before you were offered to him…taking what’s mine.”