AU: I should have probably told you that this was taking a break back in February - but I'm back. This has been sitting on my laptop for the longest time. This fic will end sometime this summer.

"Listen up!" Arobynn shouted. The class quieted from the buzz of the last few days. It was a few days after the ball, and everything was back their usual rhythm.

Arobynn asserted, "If you want to be a successful athlete - you have to draw people's attention. And there is only one way to do it while making money, and grabbing fan's favors."

Aelin, feeling mischievous raised her hand and teased, "Stripping?"

The class laughed and Arobynn's face turned red. Aelin and Rowan fist-bumped under the desk.

Arobynn glared at Aelin - a promise of death.

But Aelin didn't falter, she raised a brow. You think you can beat me?

Arobynn ignored the silent question in Aelin's eyes and continued, "It's volunteering."

The class groaned.

"Look - I don't really give a crap about society and being nice, but it's the only way I can get you useless scums away from here."

He threw a stack of papers on his desk, "Get up. Pick up a paper. You will need to get it signed that you have at least 10 hours of service. I don't give a fudge about where you go do it - as long as it is well away from here."

Aelin scoffed. Arobynn would get what he wanted, after all, no one wanted to be near him either.

Aelin leaned over the counter, the receptionist inched backward. Aelin asked, "Do you accept volunteers?"

The receptionist nodded and gingerly gave them forms to fill out. They were at a local hospital. Fenrys's hospital. The poor boy spent the last few months in this cage.

Rowan and Aelin woke up at 5 AM to drive here, after all - there was no use of a nearby hospital, they had their own private facility. They had filled their forms and it was 3 PM by the time they got their began working.

Aelin didn't enjoy the blank whiteness everywhere she went. It was overwhelming. The walls seemed to cave on her, she looked down. She saw her own reflection in the polished white marble. As they walked into an elevator, Aelin wondered how Fenrys could spend so much time in this place.

It was worse. Much worse than Aelin thought it would be. For the past 5 hours she rushed around the hospital, refilling waters, handing out food, switching the bedsheets. The domesticated chores quickly bored her. No one talked to her. Not even the patients. They were either sleeping or talking with loved ones. They didn't bother to acknowledge the simple, but crucial work that not only her, but other volunteers offered. Whatever, it was just for the credits. Perhaps that's why they didn't talk to her, they knew the selfish reason behind it. Perhaps all volunteers where like that.

Lost in thought, Aelin didn't pay attention to where she was heading. And she crashed right into another volunteer. She rubbed her head and looked up. It was just Rowan. She gave him a stoic look and punched his shoulder.

Rowan's eyebrows knitted, "Why are you in a pissy mood?"

Aelin frowned, "I'm not pissy."

Rowan stared Aelin down.

Aelin rolled her eyes, "I'm just tired. When can we go back?"

"As soon as I deliver these flowers. You can go in the car."

The ride back was a long one. Aelin kept her window open and the cool, night breeze was soothing. Rowan was listening to one of the fuzzy rock stations he liked. Aelin was nodding off to sleep when Rowan nudged her awake. Aelin murmured in irritation.

"Aelin, look." Rowan pointed at his window.

Aelin frowned, in the clearing to their left, was Lorcan. Talking to Ianthe.

"Did you get what I asked for?" Lorcan whispered.

Ianthe purred, "Yes."

She handed it to him.

Lorcan grunted, "Then leave."

Ianthe gave a sultry smile, "Are you sure?" She placed a manicured hand on his chest.

Lorcan turned his head, "Leave." He grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from him.

Ianthe sighed, "You are dangerous ground, Lorcan."

When she left, he looked to the cloudy sky, "I know."

But he'd do it. Go through it.

Elide flipped her long, wet locks of hair behind her. She wiped her face with her towel. Sitting in her bath robe, she sat down at her computer. Or rather Lorcan's computer. She turned it on. She went to the search bar. She wanted to purchase another brace for her ankle - but she halted, before she could type a single letter. On the bottom, his recent searches popped up. And she froze.

Arobynn Hamel - criminal record

Author's Note: Alright you can all whip me for not updating. Final round is coming soon - along with a dark twist. Mwhahaha! Check out my other Throne of Glass Fanfic - Camp of Magic, when you get the time.

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