“I have no interest in explaining to Rhys and Feyre why you died on my watch. And even less interest in explaining it to Nesta.'

Cassian stared toward the castle. 'You think she's alive?' The question haunted him with every breath these last few days.

'You'd know if she'd died,' Azriel said, pausing his work and looking up at Cassian. He tapped his brother's chest with a scarred hand. 'Right here- you'd know, Cass.'

'There are plenty of other unspeakable things that could be happening to her,' Cassian said, voice thickening. 'To Emerie and Gwyn.'

The shadows deepened around Azriel, his Siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. 'You- we- trained them well, Cassian. Trust in that. It's all we can do.”