Chapter.1.

Cassians POV

Cassian was leaning against the bar, wathching his friends dance, or in Rhys and Feyres case grind up against eachother. Ever since Rhys died repairing the couldron, Feyre had taken overprotective to an entire new level. Despite of Feyres snarling and barking, the last year had been quiet. No truble from the nigth court, hybern or from any of the borders. It had been peace in the entire continent, most likely due to the regular meetings between the high lords. All the high lords were there, even Erys who finally had the balls to kill his father. No one objekted at his claim to the throne, but no one aplouded either. Everyone thougth this was it, he didnt share the faith. Cassian knew their courts luck, and had therfore been uptigth the year following the war. It was to peaceful, and someone would soon fly in the window and leave a bomb in their lap.

The other seemed carefree as they danced in th club. They had berely seen anything to Amren the past year. Cassian guessed she was curling the sheetes with Varyian and learning to be a normal Fae, or at least as normal as Amren could get. His High Lord and Lady was, as said, grinding against eachother in a corner to themselves. Mor on the other hand was not hiding in the corner, but dancing in the middle of the dancefloor. She was dancing with another female. The dancfloor was filled, mostly by males who were staring at the two females in the middle. Azriel who basicly was hidden behind a wall of shadow beside Cassian, was not an eception. Cassian would never, in a thousand years, admitt to anyone that he was staring himself. He was staring so hard that he didnt notice as the female Mor was dancing with turned around and winked at him, before she walked to the backdoor of the club. When she opened the door and the wind caried her sent toward the two illyrian warriors at the bar, neither of them could supress their snarl. Valyrian. The Valyrian was another winged species that lived in the nigth court. The Valyrians was even more barbaric than the Illyrians, especially when it comes to how they treat their females. Much so, that some ancient High Lord bsniched them from the courts army and into an existent in solitude. Their people had been enemies ever since. And now one of them were in Velaris, in his home.

When Cassian took a step out in the alley, the female was leaning against the wall, waiting for him.

-Well that took some time, she purred. -I have to admit, im kind of disapointed about how long it took you to notice me. Cassian was staring ridicoulusly at her. She was stunning, even in the dark. Her golden hair, firey eyes and hourglass shape, Valyrian indeed. Their were rumors that the Valyrians had the looks of an angel, but hed always thought it was just that. Rumors. Cassian sadly knew how looks could desieve. So he did the only thing he thought resonable, he snarled so high he could feel the ground shake underneeth their feet.

-Oooh, comon i thogth you were supposed to be the fun one in your little circle, she said with a pout.- Im really into the whole court of dreams thing. Its just so sweet.

Before he got to think his plan true he attacked the smal female, if it didnt work he had a spare plan. But damn she was fast, he thougth as he slammed into the brickwall where the feamle had been standing just seconds ago.

-Im sorry, but you have to try hardere than that, she smirked in a way that really was starting to piss him off.

-And tell your friend to come out of the shadows, hes starting to annoy me, she sad and nodded to his rigth, where Azriel indeed whre hidden in the shadows. How could she... how had... wait what? The wind came from behind him and he could see the shock on her face as she took a deep breth and catched his sent, before she fell to the ground like a sack of potatos.

-Do I really smell that bad, Cassian smirked up at Rhys who stood over the unconsious body.