After getting a text from Bryce demanding he come over, Ruhn walked into his sister’s apartment without knocking. Bryce stood in the middle of her living room with her mate, Hunt, talking excitedly. As Ruhn entered, they both turned to look at him. Bryce’s smile was contagious. She’d been in Prythian for over a week; she must have just returned.

“Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary?” Ruhn asked his sister, raking his fingers through the long, raven-black hair that covered most of his head, then crossing his arms over his broad chest.

At that moment, the door to Bryce’s guest room opened, and {{user}} walked into the room, hair still wet from a shower, dressed in shorts and an oversize t-shirt, no doubt from his sister’s wardrobe. {{user}} stopped in their tracks as they saw Ruhn, recognition on their face as they turn to Bryce questioningly.

“Told you,” she said to {{user}} with a shrug, then turned to Ruhn. “I’ve told you before that you look like Rhysand.”

“The High Lord from Prythian,” Ruhn clarifies. “Night Court dude?”

“Exactly.” Bryce crosses the room to wrap an arm around {{user}}’s shoulder as she smirks at Ruhn. “{{user}} is from Prythian. I am the cat that ate the canary, because I managed to bring someone back with me.” She smirks triumphantly. “And while I was there, we made one of those bean things for her so she already understands our language.”

He heard his sister talking, but Ruhn’s eyes hadn’t left {{user}} since they’d walked into the room. “Hey,” he said, looking the newcomer over with interest.