Illyrian wings. Rhys had once told me that he was surprised I didn't see his mother and sister's wings pinned up in the study. I suddenly knew why I hadn't been invited to Tamlin's room before.
The hideous lime green wall paper was crawling with flames, and water wolves were making their way out of the bathing room. Shit. I had to make sure that my cover wasn't blown, but it was very tempting when one of my wolves tried to take a bite out of Tamlin. He'd pinned up my mate's most beloved family's wings like they were trophies. He'd seemed so sympathetic when that blue-skinned faerie had stumbled in, but just upstairs he had reminders that he'd done the same to someone else. To his friend's family. It was sick.
I couldn't imagine what Rhys was going through right now, so I closed the crack I left for him. I was sure he'd never get the image out of his head, but at least he didn't have to continue seeing it. Illyrian's most prized possessions, ripped off and pinned to a wall. I almost killed Tamlin right then and there, but I somehow restrained myself. If the High Lord of Spring was found dead on his bed, soaked in water while his room was turned to ash, who would they look to? Tarquin and Beron? Or me?
Not me. Virtually nobody knew of my powers. Well, maybe more so since Velaris had been revealed, but I doubted it. I extinguished the flames, drying out the water. I had to leave. It wouldn't be long before Tamlin woke up, and I didn't trust myself to be here when he did.
Hi guys. I know this chapter is way shorter, but I haven't really had time to update it. I will (hopefully) post at least once a week, probably more most of the time. That is also the posting schedule for my other ACOTAR story, Gather Your Armies. Thanks for reading.
