Well, Hes Very Smart To Trust Me. He May Just Be My Favourite Archeron Of All. She Examines Her Youngest

“ well, he’s very smart to trust me. he may just be my favourite archeron of all. ” she examines her youngest sister, more mature than her years, with a flicker of amusement in her normally tense gaze. but as she looks over at the small child, she realises the truth in her words. not only is he entirely innocent, with nothing but potential to be the very best parts of everyone who would touch his life... he was also proof that she could do some good with hers. nyx may not be her child. she could only imagine the dauntingly large children she would one day have with her own mate. but he is a piece of her heart - a piece that is safe and sound, snoozing right before her eyes, without a care in the world. nesta finds herself wanting to reach out and touch his soft cheek, but she reaches out for her sister instead, and rests a hand over the back of feyre’s.

“ he is your greatest piece of art so far, and there isn’t a soul in velaris who wouldn’t lay their life down for his. ” nesta doesn’t know the people well; not even those she knows carnally, but she has witnessed the adoration on their faces when she has walked with her sister. has felt the RESPECT of those who recognised her relation. she had never deserved that reverence before. but she finds herself desiring it. silver eyes return to her sister’s face. it’s easier to look at her than it has been in the past. she no longer sees the judgemental eyes of their mother; nor her own cruel gaze staring back at her. all she sees now is her sister. her high lady. and most importantly, the mother to her nephew. “ i can stay for the night so you can all get some sleep — if you need. ”

neither of us had ever been good at this — honesty. feelings. letting our guards down. but i knew better now than to waste any more energy on false pretenses and rebuilding fragile defenses. not with my sisters, not with our family. not after we had come so close to losing everything again — a hairs breath away from death, i had walked that thin line and managed to come back again. with my mate. with our son. thanks to my sister and the sacrifice she had not hesitated to make. i did not care to discover how many more lives the cauldron would be kind enough to grant me, how much luck i could take for granted — i knew i had to make the most of this one.

faelights lit the walls of our home, comfortable silence filling the rooms as dusk creeped near. a robe, another gift from rhys and made of some rare material somehow smoother and finer than silk, hung loosely around me. my calloused and worn hands slowly rocked nyx’s crib, the tension in my forehead easing as i observed the innocence and well-being shining across his perfect, dozing face. i could barely stand to be away from him for more than a second, an overwhelming feeling of terror and panic possessing me each second he was more than an arms length away from me, as if someone was waiting around the corner to try and snatch him away from us once more. my body was healing, but my mind remained restless. i could only rest, if even just slightly, if i knew he was being carefully watched by one of my sisters or mor. i finally glanced back to nesta, my features weathered but open, “ he feels safe with you too. ”

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