The priestesses and I moved around the library, each with a copy of the sigil. Searching. I was exhausted by the afternoon but I didn't dare stop. There was no time. Azriel was away scouting and he was unlikely to be back for a few days. I had all of the time in the world.

The sun on the sigil looked ready to set, sun beams stretching into the sky, over water. An arrow pierced the Sun.

I presumed from the conversation that it was connected to the Dusk court. I reached towards the back of the bookshelf and pulled out a dusty book.

Dusk Awaits.

I opened it and frowned. It was written in the old language and although I knew a little from our services in the temple… it wasn't enough to decipher it. I skimmed the pages, looking at the pictures, hoping they'd give me something.

A bow and arrow.

Some numbers.

Feathered wings.

A sword. Gwydion, perhaps?

Some kind of battle.

A sun going down over the sea.

The sun could've easily linked to their sigil, as could the arrow. But without translating it…

I grabbed the book and headed up to the House, where Feyre was sitting with Nesta and Elain. I didn't miss the fact that Elain wouldn't even look at me and went back to fussing over baby Nyx.

"Can you please take me to Amren?" I asked Feyre, brushing some dust from my dress.

She looked at the book in my hands and nodded, "Of course."

Amren's apartment wasn't what I expected. It was small and smelt of sex, but gems and finery were scattered around. There was no sign of Varian but his scent lingered, as if they'd marked every surface.

"Do you have something for me, girl?" She asked as Feyre held open the door for me, Nyx tucked under an arm. I stepped inside, sheepishly, still a little nervous to be around Amren.

"I may have found a lead about the Dusk Court," I told her. "But I can't translate it."

She took the back from my hand and opened it, skimming the pages. "This is a large book."

I showed her the images that had stood out to me- the bow and arrow, the sun over the sea, the wings and the sword. "Could you possibly translate these pages for me? I can only pick out the odd word and some of it doesn't make sense."

Feyre left us to it and I sat in Amren's loft apartment as she read the pages and I furiously scribbled the notes.

When we had the pieces of the pages copied I laid them out in front of me.

"So the sigil was an arrow through the sun?" Amren asked and I took the folded piece of paper from my pocket, showing her the sketch I'd made.

"Their armies were skilled archers," I murmured, looking at the pages. "Some Peregryns stemmed from there, with black wings. The sun over the ocean was their original sigil because of their capital being surrounded by ocean."

"Gwydion has been gone for millennia," Amren said. "I wonder where it's been all this time."

"Do you suppose they're rebels?" I asked her. "And that this is their new sigil?"

"It's entirely possible," Amren said. She looked at the sword page again. "When knife and sword are reunited, so shall our people be."

"They need Truth-teller," I told her and she nodded, piling up the paperwork.

"Come, we must tell Rhysand."

It was the middle of the night, yet citizens were still out drinking and socialising as we hurried through Velaris towards the River House, papers and the book stuffed in my satchel.

Amren's pounding on the door of the house was enough to wake anyone up and I flinched at the sound. It swung open and a solemn -faced Rhys answered.

"We need to talk," Amren said by greeting.

Rhys paced in his office as Feyre frowned at the papers. He'd been quiet for too long.

"We need to warn Azriel," I told him.

"Already done," he replied and I gave a grateful nod. "There's no sign of them, they're lying low for now."

"Coming up with a new strategy in that fox's den of theirs." Amren's eyes narrowed. "What of Helion and Eris?"

"Between us we're to spread the news to the other High Lords, albeit discreetly."

In case the rebels were from their courts. The unspoken words hung in the air.

"We will work together to come up with a plan… if the legends are right…"

"Then some of Dusk Court lays on our soil," Feyre finished for him.

"And the island containing the prison," Rhys murmured. "If they unleash those prisoners…" Feyre and I both shuddered in response. "Azriel and Cassian are searching our lands for any signs. Helion's soldiers will scour his lands and borders and he'll pass word to the other courts to do the same. Eris says he'll send soldiers to the Middle. Speaking of…" He passed me an envelope and I opened it, tearing the Autumn Court seal from the back.

Three pairs of eyes watched me.

Gwyneth,

Difficult times lay ahead for all of us. I request your presence at the Autumn Court as soon as possible. We have paperwork to complete and I could use your assistance searching our lands.

I await your visit,

Eris

"I presume you already know the contents?" I said to Rhys and Feyre and they both nodded. "He… he can't force me to go, can he?"

The High Lord and High Lady's eyes softened in understanding.

"Of course not and as a current Velaris citizen, you're protected by our city's rules," Feyre said.

"But also as his named heir… you have obligations," Rhys added, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"I have work to do here," I said. "The library… the Valkyries…"

"They'll still be here when you return," Feyre said.

"He has sworn not to harm you," Rhys said, his voice sincere, "And he wouldn't dare."

I thought of the snarl escaping Azriel's lips. The anger on Rhys' face at present. I supposed not.

"I'll leave in the morning," I replied.

"I'll take you," Rhysand said and I nodded.

Azriel was pinned to the stone table, ruins all around us.

"No!" I cried out but no one could hear me. I pushed between the soldiers but they held me there, frozen.

All I could do was watch as Truth-teller was dragged against Azriel's wings, carving, slicing.

The snarl that ripped from my lips was more animal than Fae.

I sat up in bed and ran, barely making it to the bathroom before I emptied my guts into the toilet. The ache in my stomach reminded me I'd hardly eaten the day before, hadn't stopped looking for answers. I pressed my head against the cool tiled wall and tried to catch my breath. My hands were warm and I knew fire burned beneath.

I focused on my breathing, my mind-stilling, long enough that the sun started to pour through the windows. It was time to go to the Autumn Court.