You, Rhysand's sister, stood in Devlon's tent, Rhysand snarling his words at him as we waited for the Rite to end by itself, or for someone to win it. Cassian was pacing. Waiting for Nesta, his mate who'd been forced into the Rite with her two friends. I sat in a chair, bored. I truly didn't care much if Nesta died, though Gywn was my friend. Suddenly the orb glowed, making my eyes widen Nesta, Gywn, and Emerie all teleported in, Nesta instantly scooped up by Cassian. My surprise was short lived, seeing in flicker again, and a male teleported through, clutching his shoulder that had a gash in it. I stood, walking up to him, waving off Devlon who was ecstatic that a male had made it after years of no victors