His wings hold strong behind himself as he stares out at the lapping waves. He doesn’t want to do this, but Rhys has insisted, so he must.

Azriel turns as the female approaches. Her hair bounces as she walks and her eyes are as blue as the sea he stares at.

They’re in the Summer Court, her home and the complete opposite to his own shrouded in darkness and stars.

“Salt water holds secrets that can heal the likes of you and me.” The female says, her voice like that of the waves rolling and the wind whispering.

She takes notes of his shadows just as he notices the water that seems to endlessly glisten on her skin.

“I control the shadows, they do not control me.” Azriel speaks up before she can say something about his shadows. People fear him, but maybe it’s because he represents darkness.

“And yet you’re here.” The female says inquisitively.

Azriel sets his jaw, assessing her tightly. His High Lord and Lady , Rhysand and Feyre, insisted that he come. That he learns to heal and forgive himself. Apparently salt water and the overbearing heat of the Summer Court are his cure and this female who claims to know secrets of the sea, is going to save him.

“Can we get on with it? I have more important things to do.” He says finally.