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A.N. School is hard, I'm not sorry about the slow posting. Honestly, I would be sorry if I felt like anyone actually paid attention to this story anymore, but I feel like this story has moved to everyone's backburner as well as mine. If I'm wrong, please feel free to correct me in a comment or a pm! Anyway, here's something. I've got some new stuff happening in this chapter, so be warned.

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I can hear the music through the door as we stand outside of it. Leo meets my eyes and gives me a sheepish smile.

"Is this really necessary?" I gesture at the door.

"He does it every year. You know Cass, go big or go home."

"But she's eleven. How big of a party does it need to be?"

"Well she doesn't have any friends her age because of the whole figure skating thing, so Cass tries to compensate for the lack of children."

"Is it just the two of them in there?"

"No, there'll at least be us, and Azriel and Elain"

I glare at him.

He laughs. "It's going to be fine, I promise. We are not going to be lonely, and if you don't know who someone is, just ask."

"But," I stop in my protest as I see my sister and Azriel come up behind Rhys.

"Hey, you ready to party?" Elain shimmies her shoulders at me as she says it. I smile.

"Yeah, but I don't know how much of a party it will be, what with the eleven-year-old and all."

"Ehh, these shindigs can get pretty crazy. Two years ago, the cops came and shut us down." I'm shocked to hear the word "Shindig" come out of Azriel's mouth. He always seemed so sophisticated.

"The cops shut down a nine-year-old's birthday party?"

"And arrested the clown." I take a step away from them.

"Oh, now that's a lie."

Rhys puts his hand on his chest in mock offense. "We never lie about Cheerio."

"Cheerio? His name was Cheerio?"

"Yes, Cheerio. The infamous clown who terrorized Graham and has resulted in our having to take him to an extremely expensive child psychologist."

"That's why your toddler sees a child psychologist?"

"Yup. It's all thanks the Cheerio."

"Jesus."

Rhys laughs and then knocks on the door in front of us. It is almost instantly yanked open, and I am greeted by the image of a grinning Cassian.

"You're all here!" He exclaims, surveying the four of us.

I just smile back at him and nod.

"Well come on in!"

I shift the large present in my hands and follow him into the room. He pulls the box out of my hands, and then collects the other presents from Azriel. Whilst doing this, Cassian is rapidly introducing us to everyone else in the room. I am surprised by the large number of people Cass has managed to fit into his relatively small apartment. And I somehow manage to catch everyone's name, but no faces. By the end of the introductions, my head is swimming from the sensation overload.

The place is covered in decorative streamers and balloons, that range in no less than a dozen colors. The music is so loud that I can physically feel the vibrations from the sound waves.

At some point Rhys starts leading me around the room. I say hello to everyone I see and pass up a surprising number of drink offers. It takes a few minutes, but I eventually get to the point where I can just stand and stare at my niece.

I haven't spent a lot of time with her. She's a competitive figure skater, and that seems to keep her incredibly busy. I did once attend one of her competitions, but even then, I only saw her from a great distance.

She looks like Nesta with Cassian's coloring. Her dark hair and olive skin mark her as his. But she has the high cheekbones and natural grace that I always thought belonged entirely to my eldest sister. She's in a navy-blue dress, and she's got one of those humorously large silver tiaras' that they give to those girls who win beauty pageants on her head. There's a huge grin on her pretty face, and I see why all these people have come to celebrate her birth.

I walk over to her and reach out a hand for her to shake. "Hi. I'm your aunt Feyre." She completely bypasses my hand and hugs me. She hugs me tighter than I expect, and I find myself breathless.

She pulls away from me just far enough to meet my gaze. "Hi! I'm your niece, Tali."

She releases me as quickly as she grabbed me, and then she turns back to a girl who looks about her age, pulling her across the room. All I can do is stare after her. She moves like Nesta. I have no idea how, but she does.

Cassian comes up from behind me and bumps my shoulder. "So, what do you think of my girl?"

I look up and smile at him. "She seems great Cass."

He squints his hazel eyes at me. "You're holding something back. What is it?"

I sigh, and recognize that stubborn glint in his eye, the one that means that I'm not going to get out of this social interaction without forfeiting all my thoughts, feelings, and emotional outpourings. "She just reminds me of Nesta is all."

"Why? She say something rude? Because if she did Feyre don't you worry, I'll whoop that kid, doesn't matter if it's her birthday or not."

I let out a light laugh. "No, she was perfect. It's just." I trail off and look deep into his no-longer squinting hazel eyes. "She looks like Nesta with your coloring."

Cass runs a hand over his chin. "Yeah. She does, especially in the face. That's all Nesta."

I feel myself start to relax into the conversation. "Exactly! And there's something about the way she carries herself. Like, Nesta used to walk around like she owned everything."

Cassian lets out a good laugh at that. "I promise Tali doesn't think she owns everything. She walks like that because she's been skating since before, she could walk."

"Yeah, how did that happen? Like, how did she get in to that whole figure skating scene?"

"What, did Rhys not tell you?" I shake my head. "I used to play for the Rangers."

"Wait the Rangers Rangers?"

He scoffs. "Yeah Feyre. Those Rangers. I was still playing when Tali showed up on the scene. I know at least some of our friends think it's why she took to the ice so well. I'm surprised Rhys never told you."

"When did you stop playing for them?"

"Ehh, about five or six years ago now? Why do you ask?"

"Oh, just curious about this portion of your life that I knew nothing about."

He smiles at me and raises a singular eyebrow. "Oh Feyre, there are some portions of my life that would make your head spin."

"More than you having a secret kid with my sister?"

A lesser man would've cringed away from me at the comment, Cassian just gives me one of those lop-sided grins of his. "Touché."

A.N. Reviews are always appreciated, and they definitely make me feel guilty for not writing, so if you want more content, comment! Also just wanted to say a quick thanks as we've passed the 2 year mark on this story. If you've been here since the beginning, or just sat and binge-read all 15 chapters, thanks for the attention, I do really appreciate it. Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day I guess.