I get the camera out. Do you know who Astrid and Stella Connor are?
Lucien had offered to make himself useful while we were gone by reading through some of the texts now piled on the tables throughout the sitting room. Amren had only grunted at the offer, which I told Lucien amounted to a yes.Cassian was already on the roof, casually sharpening his blades. Id asked him if nine swords were really necessary, and he merely told me that it didnt hurt to be prepared, and that if I had enough time to question him, then I should have enough time to do another workout. Id quickly left, throwing a vulgar gesture his way.
My hair still damp from the bath Id just taken, I slid my heavy earrings through my lobes and peered out our bedroom window, monitoring the garden below.Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading what looked to be a stack of reports—likely information on the Autumn Court that he planned to present to Rhys once hed sorted through it all. Already dressed for the Hewn City—the brutal, beautiful armor so at odds with the lovely garden. And my sister sitting within it.Why not make them mates? I mused. Why Lucien?
Id keep that question from Lucien.Im serious. I turned toward him and crossed my arms. What decides it? Who decides it?
Rhys straightened his lapels before plucking an invisible piece of lint from them. Fate, the Mother, the Cauldrons swirling eddies …
He watched me in the reflection of the mirror as I strode for my armoire, flinging open the doors to yank out the dress Id selected. Scraps of shimmering black—a slightly more modest version of what Id worn to the Court of Nightmares months ago. You said your mother and father were wrong for each other; Tamlin said his own parents were wrong for each other. I peeled off my dressing robe. So it cant be a perfect system of matching. What if—I jerked my chin toward the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the garden—that is what she needs? Is there no free will? What if Lucien wishes the union but she doesnt?Yes, I answer, instantly and without thought. I never told Coulson anything about them he didnt already know, did I?
Nico, alert as always to any nuance of thought or feeling, sees. Tell me, Rain. Is there some other risk you have exposed us to?But I cant tell him about Coulson: its too late.
Rain? An impatient voice, one that doesnt wait. Tell me what you havent, and do it now. What is the risk?Switch and hit. I got my memories back when I was attacked, and had to defend myself. He…survived, and remembers it.