“Azriel’s mouth curled up at the corner.
“— I hope you’re not giving my brother a hard time.”
She sat down her teacup
“—Is that a threat, shadowsinger?”
Cassian took a long drink from his own tea. Drained it to the dregs.
Azriel said cooly:
“I don’t need to resort to threats”
The shadows coiled around him, snakes ready to strike.
Nesta gave him a smile, holding his stare.
“—Neither do I.”



















