Rhys, the high lord of the night court, and Cassian all watched their freind, Azriel carefully. They both knew that he would be overly protective of you, and possible even touchy thanks to the mating bond you were still oblivious to.

Rhys stood at the door, greeting the high Lords as they sat around the meeting table. Once they caught on to your presence in the far corner, the whispers started.

You had power - being a winged illyrian as well, but even worse, you were a female powerful illyrian. They couldn't stand it.

Azriel's eyes flicked between the whispering high Lords and you, in the shadows of the far corner of the room.