I'm back, and much sooner than any of us thought, so I'm proud of myself! Also, I was thinking of branching out from my Rhysand and Feyre only point of views. Leave a review at the bottom for which member of the Inner Circle you would most like to see some point of views from! Enjoy!

Feyre:

I had been mostly asleep on the ground, tired from keeping a path in Tarquin's wards open, but when Azriel told us his news I was immediately awake and alert, listening closely to what he would say next.

Everyone in the room seemed stunned, too shocked to react, leaving Az standing awkwardly in the middle of the group, not sure whether he should continue on or not.

I was mostly just scared to know how bad the situation was.

Therefore, I recovered first, and immediately began questioning the shadowsinger. "What happened? Has Thesan called for help? How many people have been hurt?" I asked in quick succession, slinging each question at Azriel as soon as the last had finished coming out of my mouth.

Azriel looked slightly overwhelmed by the bombardment, but he quickly reverted back to the calm and collected male I had always known him to be. "The machines that the Dawn Court is known for had taken on some sort of virus it seems, acting against the will of their owners. Thesan has been attempting to keep the situation under wraps, but he sent a letter to the House of Wind, trusting Rhysand to be able to help. Unfortunately, there have been a number of casualties," Azriel explains, answering each of my questions in the order that I asked them in.

Rhysand had his head bowed, and I knew that it was because my Mate felt the burden of being asked to give help that he does not know how to give.

You are doing your best, I tell him through the bond, sending love along with the words.

Instead of sending back an answer, my husband gives me a look filled with gratitude and thankfulness before turning to his Illyrian brother.

"How bad?" was all my beautiful Mate asked. Two simple words. Six letters. But they held all of the suspense of a thousand. And the answer that followed would be the one that told the fate of an entire people.

We all waited for Azriel to answer.

The spymaster winced slightly and replied, "The revolt is complete. Every single machine and mechanical object in the Dawn Court had gone on a rampage, causing mass destruction on a level seen there only once before," Azriel stops, leaving a small pause.

We all knew in that room what the time before had been. Amarantha.

But I refused to think about her right now. Refused to let that become an option for what was happening. Something like her.

Azriel continued, breaking me from my thoughts. "The only good news seems to be that the reaction has only occurred inside the Dawn Court," Azriel adds before we all once again lapse into silence.

It wasn't a silence for everyone though, because as I was racing to figure out what I should do next, as a High Lady and not just Feyre, my friends around me were mobilizing, carrying out the orders being given by my husband.

Rhysand had his hands in his pockets, and was making eye contact with each person in the room one at a time, showing that he was speaking to them at that moment.

Soon, everyone was gone from the room except me and my Mate.

I sat down heavily on the couch and put my head in my hands. I felt it rather than saw it when Rhys sat down next to me and began rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"You are doing your best," my husband says, echoing my words from only minutes ago.

I nod, leaning into the reassuring touch of my Mate. After a moment, I ask, "Where did you send them all?" and attempting to collect myself while he answers.

"Cassian is headed to the Illyrian Steppes to recruit girls to retrieve the blood rubies," Rhysand begins, explaining his plan to help the Summer Court to me. "And to help Cassian and the girls in their mission, Tarquin is digging through old records from his predecessors to compile a list of everyone who still has a blood ruby," Rhysand continues.

As far as plans made by our court went, this one sounded solid. "Good. What about the others?" I question, tucking my feet up under me on the couch.

I knew that Rhys would have sent some to the Dawn Court to try to help Thesan and his people, but I wanted to know where he sent Azriel mostly, and what he meant to do to get to the bottom of these attacks.

Rhysand, ignoring my cry of protest, stops his soothing rubbing and faces me on the couch, taking hold of my hands to play with my fingers. "Azriel is going to make contact with his eyes and ears in each of the courts, giving them the message to be on the lookout specifically on matters like this," Rhys answers finally, making a sweeping gesture around us, letting go of my hands.

"Everyone else just went to see what they could do for Thesan and the Dawn Court in stopping these machines," my Mate tells me, finishing explaining the orders that were given.

"What about you? What are you going to do?" I ask, curious to why Rhysand was still here, not that I was complaining.

Rhys winces, "I was hoping that you weren't going to ask that, because I know you won't like the answer that you are going to get," he says. When I raise my eyebrows at him, he continues, "I am going to follow a lead on who might me causing all of this… the dreamers from the Court of Nightmares that you brought into Velaris," Rhysand tells me.

I sigh, knowing that it was probably the best thing to do, even if I didn't like that they were being put under suspicion. "I envy you. I'm going to be writing a letter, but I would still rather face the Weaver again," I mutter.

"Who are you writing a letter to?" Rhysand asks casually as he stands up off of the couch and begins preparing to question the dreamers out of the Hewn City. When I don't answer for a few beats, he turns to look at me, waiting.

I sigh again. "Lucien Vanserra."

Hey! Thanks for reading this chapter, and I will have the next one up in a week or so, two weeks tops! Hope you are all enjoying your summer! Remember to vote for a new point of view in the review section! Till next time! Bye!