Azriel POV

I crouched down, and wreathed myself in shadows, hiding behind the blooming roses. The scent made me gag, and I pressed against the wall.

Two people walked past me, and I listened in on their conversation.

" -children, so we can't be sure who the next High Lord is. Who's to say it's not someone worse than Tamlin?" Asked one of the people, her voice sweet and cheery.

"What about his old emissary. Wasn't he named heir at some point?" The other responded, his voice gruff.

"Oh yes, but Tamlin canceled that order after he left with Feyre." The girl responded. They moved further away, still chatting, but I couldn't hear anymore.

I sent some shadows out, and awaited their response. When they returned, there was only a bit of speaking, and then it was cut off, like something got in their way.

I shifted my head, trying to see where they'd gone, and to my surprise, they had disappeared. I heard a branch rustle, and I looked up into the roses. The female had climbed up, and she was staring at me. Her mouth opened as she saw my wings, and before she could say anything, I winnowed.

I perched on the roof, and peered over the edge. She was still in the bush, and the male was now walking over there. He looked up and I ducked my head back just in time. I decided not to take anymore risks, and winnowed back to Velaris.

I landed just outside the townhouse, and walked up the front steps to the door. I opened it, and heard voices. On instinct, I listened in with shadows, and heard Feyre, Rhys and Mor arguing. Judging by the sounds of it, Mor and Feyre were ganging up on Rhys.

"Why can't we get one?" Mor asked.

"Because I said no. That's why." Rhys replied.

"Bullshit answer." Feyre exclaimed. "I want one. They're so cute, and fluffy and sweet."

"Would you really deny your mate something Rhys?" Mor said, sounding very sly.

"Yes, I would." He said. "Feyre, no. Don't start making that face, it doesn't work anymore."

"But I want a puppy." Feyre wined. "Pleeease."

I snorted. Of course they were arguing about a dog. Typical. I snuck into the living room through the kitchen, and waited for someone to say something.

"It's two against one, Rhys." Mor said.

"Actually," I cut in, "It's three against one." They jumped, and turned to see me leaning against the doorframe.

Rhys recovered first. "You're really siding with them on this?"

"Of course. One, I want a dog, they're adorable. Two, I'd prefer to side with my High Lady and Mor because I'm more scared of them than I am of you." Mor and Feyre smirked. "And three, I always get outvoted when I say we should get a dog. It's been three centuries, and you and Cassian still won't let me get one, and you always make sure Mor and Amren aren't in the room when I ask."

Mor looked at Rhys, whose eyes widened. "Rhys, did you stop Az from getting a puppy?" He scoffed.

"Of course not." He said. Feyre advanced on him, and he took off through the house, with Mor and Feyre chasing him.

I chuckled, and left the room in the search for something to eat.


Rhys POV

Feyre and Mor had chased me through the house, so I locked myself in a cupboard. I came out when I heard them go away, and moved to the stairs, only to be tackled by Feyre. She pushed me over, and I fell down the stairs. At the last second, I grabbed Feyre's ankle and sent her tumbling down with me.

She shrieked as we bounced from one step to another, finally landing on the floor. She cursed, and I groaned. Mor laughed and came to help us up. Azriel was leaning against the war, chewing on an apple. He raised his brows.

I stood, and said, "Just get the dog." Mor and Feyre squealed and ran out of the door, closely followed by Azriel. I sighed to myself. This was going to be hard work.


That night, as we were all eating dinner, and laughing at our new dog. Feyre and Mor couldn't decide on a name, and they kept trying to get Azriel to be the deciding vote, but he was adamant that the dog should be called shadow.

The dog had a sleek, grey coat, and looked very fast. Feyre, Mor and Az had come home so happy with the puppy, and were all trying to take it from the others to so they could hold it.

I suddenly remembered where Az had been today. "Did you find out who the new High Lord of Spring is?" I asked.

Everyone stopped talking and stared at Azriel.

"No, I didn't. Judging by the conversations I overheard, no one knows. I didn't get to stick around to find out more." He replied.

Mor seemed curious. "What do you mean, you didn't get to stick around?"

Azriel suddenly seemed very uncomfortable. He started shifting in his seat, and picking at his food.

"I, well, I, I was kind of seen." He finally said.

I laughed. "How can you only be kind of seen? Did they only see half of you?" Az glared at me.

Feyre laughed too, and then Mor joined in.

Azriel changed the subject. "What are we naming the dog?"

The three of them got into a heated argument, while I watched the puppy sleeping on the couch. Her grey fur was so light, it was almost silver. It looked like the last light of the day, so much alike the light of dusk.

"Dusk." I said.

"What?" Feyre asked, confused.

"Dusk." I repeated. "Her name is Dusk." They all looked at me and nodded.

Azriel stared at me. "You didn't want a dog and now you're naming it. Congratulations, you've practically just screamed at us that you like having a dog."

I sighed inwardly. I suppose I had just named her.

Hey guys! This is the sequel to All My Fault. Just so you know, this one won't be completely focused on Azriel, but it will carry on from the problems of the last story. Anyway, I know it's a slow start, but, Inner Circle with a dog. Cmon, that's so cute.

-CrystalShadowStar