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After the traumatic events in Hybern, Nesta Archeron finds herself stranded in the mountain cabin with Elain. Now High Fae, and desperate to get some answers, she demands the attention of the Inner Circle. This story is told from her point of view. That cabin. That damned, insufferable, perfect little cabin. Mor had brought myself and Elain here in the aftermath of our making, told us that we’d be safe and that, if we needed anything, the cabin would take care of the rest. That was it. She’d offered us the briefest of smiles and turned on her heels, rushing out of the door and yelling back that she’d see us again in a day o

After the traumatic events in Hybern, Nesta Archeron finds herself stranded in the mountain cabin with Elain. Now High Fae, and desperate to get some answers, she demands the attention of the Inner Circle. This story is told from her point of view. That cabin. That damned, insufferable, perfect little cabin. Mor had brought myself and Elain here in the aftermath of our making, told us that we’d be safe and that, if we needed anything, the cabin would take care of the rest. That was it. She’d offered us the briefest of smiles and turned on her heels, rushing out of the door and yelling back that she’d see us again in a day o

-Cole- Ace. King. Seven. Two. Jack. Three. Six. I stopped, gazing idly at the card held between my forefinger and thumb before allowing my line of sight to drop between my thighs, at the house of cards I had been constructing for the past hour or so. Six. The number of days since Isabel had left. The number of days that I'd constantly thought about her. It was sort of sick, really. No matter what I did, I always ended up back on her. Making a grilled cheese? Isabel mocking my cooking skills ghosted the back of my mind. Folding socks? Isabel complaining that I left my clothes everywhere echoing in my ears. The thought of her was like a fucking