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I was crying with laughter as Cassian sipped a drink from his cup, smug and entirely oblivious to the disgusted look coming from Azriel.
"I'm dying," I croaked.
Who's killing you?
Rhysand sounded humored. I laughed down the bond.
Cassian is.
Instantly, Rhys appeared in the living hall. Tears remained in my eyes as I held him with them. His face was a blur.
He blinked. "I don't see any wounds."
I snorted. "Humor, dumbhead. He's killing me with his wits."
Another blink. "Impossible. He doesn't have any."
Cassian threw his cup at Rhysand, who stepped away in time. The warrior sank into the sofa, grumbling. "I don't know which is more insulting – wondering if I'd actually impaled her with my sword, or calling me dumb."
Azriel actually laughed out loud. It was a deep, throaty sound. Rhys grinned widely.
"Sorry, brother. I couldn't imagine what else you would be killing her with."