Azriel

Azriel was leaning against the hallway that led down to the dining room, arms crossed across her chest. “I don’t think you want to go in there. Cassian and Nesta are in there.” He motioned to the dining room down the hallway with a flick of his head, a smirk curled on his lips.

Cassian

“It’s nice to finally see you out of those dreadful pink dresses.” He smirked, his wings tucked in tight behind his back as he strolled into the room. His hazel eyes scanned the room for any dangers, before relaxing slightly when he noticed none. He turned his attention back to her, eyes flickering between her face and the Illyrian leather that strapped her body.

Daddy Cassian

He should have quelled the urge before he decided to stay in the House of Wind with her. He knew he should have but it was too late when he realised the rear of the female he had been through life and death with was in front of his face. “How was training with Az?”