Everyone from the inner circle was gathered in the lounge after their annual dinner. Rhys and Feyre were sat on one sofa, Amren lingered standing talking to Cassian and Mor was nursing wine in an armchair.

no one knew that you and Azriel were freshly mated. He sat down beside you, a grumpy protective aurora surrounding him. Males were particularly territorial the first few weeks, so putting him in a room with two other males, whether they were his brothers or not, was probably not the best idea.