Rhysand has debated for long hours about Celeana going with him to the prison. Making arguments for both sides and still, he was unsure. Even now, as he stood there and told her, he wasn't certain it was a very good idea.
Because of the multitude of scars on her body, from the ones around her wrists...Well, it did not take much for one to assume that Ceeana had spent some time in a cell. Maybe she had been a prisoner, maybe not, but someone had done that to her, someone had put shackles on her.
Rolling her beautiful eyes, the girl scoffed. "Such a dramatic name,"
Near him, Amren snickered, most likely from the irony of it all.
"Pray to tell," She said, looking at him from under her lashes. "Who is the Bone Carver?"
"A prisoner warden,"
"Prison? That's where you're taking me for our honeymoon?" Playfully, she threw her hair behind as she continued. "Azriel I knew was kinky, but this is a nice surprise from you too,"
From the corner of his eyes, Rhysand saw his brother blush.
Pushing away from the thought of Azriel and Celeana being kinky together, the High Lord looked at her with amusement. "We'll have a play session later. For now, I need information from him."
"Huh," She bit her sensual lips as she locked eyes with him. "I like this new side of you,"
That single sentence excited him more than it should have. Celeana was probably just playing along, flirting carelessly as she always did. It most likely did not mean anything.
And his pathetic feelings did not matter right now. Celeana did. And her willingness to go with him. He would not pressure her or force her by any means, and his motives for bringing her were less than noble, he must admit. He hoped that some truths she would have to offer could clear some of his suspicions and perhaps learn a thing or two about her for his own personal reasons.
He looked at her unsure of what to say, thinking about the internal debate that had been going on in his head all morning.
"You don't have to come-"
"So why are you asking me to go?"
Silence ensued and they both knew the answer. Or at least one of them. The biggest reasons for her tagging along would be that Rhysand was still suspicious of her, and though the rest of his court were all capable of keeping an eye on her, they were all busy. And well, he might as well admit that he felt uneasy being apart from her.
"Well then, it isn't much of a debate." She looked at him, her humor gone before turning her gaze at the rest of the group "Are the rest of cadre coming along too,"
Before Cassian can snap something back about being called a cadre, Rhysand shook his head. "No-"
"Why not?"
"Cassian and Mor are doing something else," He made a note to never give her any details, or Mother knew what she could do with that information.
"What about you, Azriel?" The way Celeana looked at his brother made his skin crawl.
To his credit, Azrie looked sheepish as he muttered, "I'm busy…"
"What a shame," With a pout, the human turned her attention to his Second. "How about you?"
"I will never step foot in there again," Every word was laced with poison as Amren spat out the words.
"Again?"
"Amren was once a prisoner there." Rhys jumped in before Amren relieved whatever horrors that she had suffered there.
"Oh," Celeana looked odd, an intense look in her gaze. "It appears that we have more in common than I thought." Before anyone could register what she had said, Celeana suddenly stood up and turned to him. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's pay a visit to the Bone Carver."