….You got that something
That keeps me so off balance
Baby you're a challenge
Lets explore your talent
"What's My Name?" -Rihanna
Nesta.
Her name is Nesta and Cassian curses whatever fate that's thrown them together. And by fate he means his brother and her sister for not at least warning him. There's something like recognition on his face and Feyre notices, damn her and her eye for details.
"Have you two…" she starts to ask.
"We've met," Nesta states, her voice flat and unimpressed as she looks Cassian dead in the eye, and then turns to survey the rest of the table.
"Nesta," he purrs with a slight nod to the woman. He smiles at her, when her eyes finally return to him, slow and every bit as vicious as he's feeling. "Nice to meet you. Come here often?"
"Why do I feel like I missed something?" Feyre says, gaze shifting between her friends and her family.
Mor gives her a pointed look that promises to fill her in later, and inwardly Cassian cringes. He lets none of it read on his face though as he studies Nesta, seeing past the careful and weak facade to the cunning predator that lurks beneath, and he finds that he likes it. That he'd much rather have this creature, the mountain cat, rather than the doe he'd assumed she was when he'd first approached her at the bar. It's been a while since anything has challenged him and now Cassian relishes the opportunity to take on a new and enticing opponent.
The fact that she's Feyre's sister makes it that much more interesting, and he systematically rifles through his memories to recall anything that Feyre has told them about her sisters, even in passing.
Rhys clears his throat and inclines his head towards Feyre's other sister, and its then that Cassian realizes his faux pas. He's been staring at Nesta for so long that the rest of their friends have had enough time to greet the rest of their party. So Cassian turns to the the other Archeron sister. She's beautiful, possibly the most beautiful of the three girls, but the innocence and a straight forward sweetness on her face pales in comparison to the fiery temper of her older sister.
Elaine smiles, a timid greeting on her lips and sits across from Amren, who shifts in the booth to make room for the girls. Rhys throws himself into the only available chair at the head of the table, dragging Feyre into his lap, leaving the seat across to Cassian open. She hesitates for a beat, glaring at Cassian as though it was his fault.
"Come on, Nesta," Cassian chuckles, "We don't bite. Unless you ask us to."
He adds a wink hoping to unsheathe those lovely claws, hoping to make her see red. There's a growl from the girl like roiling thunder or the electric beat of the bass, and Cassian watches with a smirk as Nesta sets down her drink, hard. The clink of the ice against the glass sounds as she seats herself on the edge of the seat.
"The last I heard, Cassian," Rhys says with looking over at Cassian from where he's resting his head on Feyre's shoulder, "No one has ever taken you up on that offer."
Az snorts and chokes on his water as Cassian gives him a crude gesture.