Underground (Hewn City)
Underground (Hewn City)
At night Nesta paced by the living room while holding her son's small gloves, Feyre was sat in the main couch, Elain at her side, Amren was on her room writing more letters to Varian and to the other Courts, while Lucien was on the small library.
Cassian was about to arrive at any moment, as Nesta felt through their bond, she was worried, knew he didn’t have any serious injury, but couldn’t stop this feeling.
“What is wrong?” the older sister asked to Elain as she noticed the change on her face.
“My vision, I can’t see. But it is bad, as bad as yesterday.” Her lips pressed in a thin line, the brown eyed heard Lucien's heartbeat getting closer, soon he arrived in the living room, already stepping towards her, “I am fine.” She told him when he was close enough behind the couch, the red haired touched her shoulder then leaned his elbows in the furniture.
Nesta quickly walked to the door, opening it before Cassian had the chance to touch the knob, the female placed the baby gloves inside her pocket then hugged the winged male, who had his face grave.
“Sorry, I arrived late.” He whispered, his eyes softening, wrapped his arms around Nesta, kissing her head before releasing her.
His eyes surveyed her body, looking for any kind of wound, she did the same on him before grabbing his hand, taking him to inside the small manor. The hazel eyed was nervous, tensed, his heart a thunderous beat, his hands slightly shaking, Nesta tried to calm him, rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand.
The warrior's gaze found Elain, her face in a specific facial expression, already waiting to hear the bad news, “I didn’t find Az.” His voice failed, the fingers of his opposite hand to the one his lover held, curled in a fist, Nesta placed him in a armchair close to the fireplace.
Elain's breath got faster, her face turned to Feyre, already waiting for her sister to say: “Rhys also didn’t found his mental shield.” The youngest sister had a void on her eyes, she said low, almost inaudible.
Elain used her shaking hand to cover her own month as tears fell from her eyes, Cassian dragged both hands through his hair, his lover held his forearm.
“It doesn’t mean specifically that he is death–” Cassian got cut.
“I can see now.” Her brown eyes were slightly distant as she had a vision, Lucien placed a hand on her shoulder in support, his russet eye softened, “I couldn’t before,” as her subconscious blocked, trying to prevent her from suffering, preventing her to see something she didn’t wanted to, “He won’t come back.” Her voice trembled, her hands as well, “He won’t…” she couldn’t finish her sentence as more tears fell, she was able to see now a couple months ahead, searched for Az, anything about him, nothing.
Lucien sat on her side of the couch, one hand on her shoulder, his face grave, his russet eye in understanding of her feeling, “I know how it feels like, to lost someone who you love.” She had the same feeling he felt when Jesminda died, he knew exactly how it was, how it hurt.
Elain slowly turned her face to him, saw the understanding on his eye, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his torso in a tightly hug, the red haired hugged her back, rubbing her back in circular movements with a hand, trying to calm her while she cried.
Cassian shook his head, refusing to believe what had been said about Azriel, Nesta held his hand in support to him, one of his brothers had been taken by the enemy, the other couldn’t be death, as he thought.
The winged took a deep breath, “Where is Rhys, Feyre?” he asked calm, looking directly into her eyes.
“Some place dark, cold.” The youngest sister said slowly, her gaze slowly turned to the General, “He used the Voice on your mind, told you to not go for him.”
Cassian snorted, “He should know that there are ways to break it.” Which was hard to be done.
Nesta stepped in front of him, placed both hands on his shoulders, “Cassian listen to me, you can’t go out there –” she got cut, knew what he was planning
“He is my brother.” His face grave, voice hoarse, brows slightly frowned.
“I know.” And she meant it, her face in understanding as the oldest sister remembered when she had tried to enter in the Fae side of the Wall, to save Feyre, when Tamlin had took her, “But you can’t go right now, not while there is no magic, not while the numbers of your soldiers are small, not while traitors could be anywhere, not while you are extremely need right now.” Cassian looked at Nesta in the eyes.
Amren suddenly entered in the living room, “Helion answered the letter.”
The oldest sister nodded at her, turning her gaze back to Cassian, “You are need now, we need to warn the other Courts, change our entrances, look for more traitors. We need you.”
Cassian pressed his lips in a thin line, nodding at her.
“Rest, please.” Nesta said cupping with his face with both hands while asking.
The winged male stood, stepping towards the corridor, the oldest sister went closer to Elain, who had already released Lucien, she was sat straight in the couch holding the red haired's wrist with both hands while his free one rested above hers, her cheeks still wet from the tears.
“I will give the dinner to Feyre.” The middle sister said wiping her tears after releasing Lucien's wrist.
“I will help.” Said Nesta, even more worried.
“Take care of Cassian, he needs you, I will take care of Feyre.” She rose up, grabbing her little sister's forearm, “I can do it.” She said to Nesta as Feyre stood, the youngest obeying her commands.
Amren walked closer to Nesta, giving her the already open letter, while it Lucien stood, following Elain, who instantly noticed as she gave him a quick glance.