Azriel's POV
"I not particularly fond of that queen," I told Mor, and the word 'queen' came out sounding nasty, just as I had intended.
"She's young," Mor started, trying to brush off my complaints. She barely knew this girl and she was already taking up for her, what had gotten into these people? Mor walked into her bathroom and started rifling through drawers.
"She is a brat," I spit when she returned, "she gets herself into horrible situations and when she realizes that it's actually serious, she throws a fit."
"Az," she sat on the bed, brushing out her curls. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, "she's inexperienced, she's pregnant, and she is scared for her life."
I let out a breath and said, "frankly, so am I. We're just supposed to trust this girl-this child-with our lives on the battlefield? If something goes wrong-"
"If something goes wrong, Azriel, we will protect her," she interrupted. "This girl owed us nothing, but she rescued Feyre when we couldn't. She owed us nothing, but she brought her army here and is ready to fight for us. Does that count for nothing?"
I ran my hand over my face and closed my eyes, trying to contain my frustration, "yes, of course it does. I'm just not too keen on giving this girl all of our trust so soon. You said yourself, she owed us nothing, so why would she help us? Did it never occur to you that she might be playing us?"
"Amren trusts her, so we trust her," Mor said. She laid down in the bed, fixed the sheets and said, "come, we'll need to rest for tomorrow."
Myriam's POV
I opened my eyes to darkness, pitch black. Where was I? The last thing I remembered was going to close the window that had been randomly opened-then nothing.
I moved to pick up my head and felt sharp, stabbing pains in my arms and stomach. I could barely hear muffled sounds around me. It sounded like grunts, a few feet to the right of me, and screams, far away and to the left.
A dagger hitting the ground, right in front of me.
I whipped my head toward the source of the noise and tried to adjust my vision to the darkness. After a second, I could make out the silhouette of a large man with long hair.
I tried to speak but all that came out were a series of fits and coughs. The man only laughed and said, "best if I don't hear your agitating voice anyway."
Finally, I managed to choke out, "where am I?"
The man came closer and closer until I could faintly see the whites of his eyes then he said, "the question is not where you are, but who will find you," he laughed a haunting, evil laugh.
I recognized that laugh, I'd heard it so many times before.
"Jurian?" I asked.
"Took you long enough," he snapped. I could feel the hatred radiating off of him.
"Why?" my voice cracked out. He used to love me more than anything in the world. I cringed at the thought of love that vast turning to burning hatred in such a short period of time.
"You betrayed me. You hurt me, now it's your turn to feel what I felt," he whispered, close to my face. I screamed when he grabbed my arm and twisted, yelling something I didn't understand.
He was asking me a question, but all I could get out was, "I don't know, I don't know. Please, I don't know."
His grip moved to my neck and he slammed me against the cold stone wall screaming, "where's the Book?"
"I don't know anything about a book," I rasped. I felt my senses fleeing away from me and my consciousness started to fade. I scratched at his arm, doing anything to get him to let me go. I started kicking at him when I realized that my feet were off of the ground, but he wouldn't let go. His grip just kept getting tighter, cutting off my oxygen.
He's going to kill me, was my last thought.
A/N: Hopefully these chapters make up for my absence. 3 new chapters in one day! I hope you especially enjoyed this one, suspicious Az. Thank you for all your reviews and support! Feel free to leave any suggestions/comments.