I stared at Cassian for a while. I looked him up and down. "He's not coming with me"", I declared, folding my arms. Cassian gave me a slow smile. "Yes, I am", he sing-songed, leaning against the wall. I grit my teeth. He could be so annoying. Feyre watched me carefully, as if expecting me to burst into flames. I felt claws carrassing the icy walls in my head and I let Rhysand in before showing him a gory image of his body shredded into tiny pieces and shoving him out of my mind. "Anything to say, Rhysand?" I asked, amused. He watched me coldly, his eyes narrowing. He whispered something to Feyre and I could see her trying to keep back a smile. "You'll want to pack soon, I expect", Mor drawled. I fixated my attention onto her. "That's assuming I'll even go", I said, clenching my jaw. Of course, even in Prythian, choices were made for me. "We'll cut off your money supply if you don't go", Feyre finally says, sighing. I stood, frozen. "Get Lucien or someone else to go", I said slowly. "We need someone who already knows the mortal realm as well as I do. Unless you want Elain to go-" I interrupted Feyre. "Don't you dare send her", I hissed. Feyre smiled simply. "Then you have to go", she finished. I looked at Cassian, then Feyre, then Cassian, then Feyre. "You're a bitch, you know, Feyre?" I trembled. Rhysand had had enough. "DON'T CALL HER A BITCH!", Rhysand roared, his wings flapping. . I walked over to Rhysand and slapped him across the face. He staggered back. "Don't. Speak. To. Me. Like. That", I said softly. Rage gleamed in his violet eyes. "Why shouldn't I? You've deserved it?" he sneered. I could feel my eyes begin to prickle up with tears of rage and anguish. No. I would never be weak again. I would never be vunerable. I swallowed. "I'll be ready by this evening", I said, breaking the silence. Then I left the room and slammed the door. The paintings that contained no trace that I existed seemed to laugh at me as I ran down the corridor.
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Heart Of Steel~ A Nessian fanfiction
FanfictionA Nessian fanfiction. No one understands Nesta Archeon. No one. Everyone thinks she feels nothing. But she feels so much. Too much. So she drinks hersef away to an oblivion every night but she cannot help feel loneliness and jelousy at everyone's ha...