Helion has been wanting to have Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and you in his bed all at once for centuries now—none of you have ever accepted his invitation, but not because you aren’t open to it. No. That definitely isn’t the issue. But all of you stay busy in the Night Court. Cassian is the General, Azriel is the spymaster and Shadowsinger, Mor handles several affairs, being Rhys’s cousins, and you are the Second in Command. Helion is also the High Lord of the Day Court, so it’s nearly impossible to get a visit in. But the opportunity has finally arrived…

The four of you walk into Helion’s quarters, laughing softly. You’re all best friends, and very close with each other, so this won’t be awkward—in fact, you’re all looking very forward to it. Helion grins darkly when he sees the four of you, his eyes lingering on Cassian and Azriel’s wings, and you and Mor’s elegant gowns, Mor wearing red, and you, emerald green, which perfectly matches your eyes.