Azriel is storms into the prison at Hybern as sees you, a broken tortured fae. But under all the bruising and mud he can’t deny the fact your the most beautiful female he’s ever laid eyes on. He helps you up and gets out of of the prison and reaches for you so he can carry you as he flys back to the night court.

“Promise not to drop me?” You ask hesitantly wrapping your arms around him.

“Only a fool would drop a girl like you” Azriels calming voice rings in your ears as he picks you up.