Ravaged by the Witchlight
AO3 to ch. 5: Motley Band of Courtiers
She was trying to come up with a way to get him to move that wouldn’t involve blasting him out of the way, when he stepped aside to let her pass. Suspicious that this wasn’t the end of his game, Nesta hesitated, but only for a moment. He was mammoth, she thought, as he loomed over her along the cliff's edge. His eyes tracked her every step, and she had to force herself to look ahead when she finally passed him by, quickening her pace to put a safe amount of distance between them. The low flap of wings followed Nesta as she hurried up the path. She silently wished Cassian would fly off to sort his feelings elsewhere, while she attempted to host something vaguely resembling a proper dinner. He did not. A dark shadow swallowed her on the path, and Nesta barely had time to glance up before two calloused hands hooked under her arms, and tossed her from the face of the mountain.
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