Cassian said to her, “Nothing can harm you here.” He sucked in a breath, groaning softly, and rose to his feet. Azriel tried to stop him, but Cassian brushed him off and strode for my sister’s side. He braced a hand on the desk when he at last stopped. “Nothing can harm you,” he repeated.
Nesta was still looking at him when she finally shut her eyes. I shifted, and the angle allowed me to see what I hadn’t detected before.
Nesta stood before the map, a fist of bones and stones clenched over it. Cassian remained at her side—his other hand on her lower back.
And I marveled at the touch she allowed—marveled at it as much as I did the mud-splattered hand she held out. The concentration that settled over her face.
Her eyes shifted beneath their lids, as if scanning the world. “I don’t see anything.”
“Go deeper,” Amren urged. “Find that tether between you.”
She stiffened, but Cassian stepped closer, and she settled again.
“gruñó, un sonido más animal que de un ser conciente.
Y lo empujó
Rowan dió un paso hacia atrás y sus dientes le rasgaron la piel cuando ella le golpeó el pecho. No sintió el dolor, no le importo la sangre o el estallido de luz.
No, lo que quería era arrancarle la garganta, arrancarcela con los caninos alargados que le mostró después de terminar de transformarse y le rugió.
“A Court of Silver Flames” Since there’s finally a title, here’s Nesta Archeron in the Illyrian Mountains. I’ve seen a few headcanons about Nesta cutting her hair in the next book and I really like them so I decided to draw her with short hair.
