6 Chapter 6

Lorelai's P.O.V

Tamlin's voice rung out across the room, echoing through the walls. Lorelai, subtly walked forward, placing herself infront of Brennon. She rhad heard from her mother about the consequences of Tamlin's wrath, and wouldn't like to see the results on her new-found acquaintance. "I apologise for keeping your son out so late, I was simply showing him the city." She stated, emitting no emotions. It seemed the happy night they had been enjoying had finally come to an end.

Tamlion's face scrunched up, as he sniffed the angrily sniffed the air. Rhys, catching on, did the same, and shot Lorelai a warning look. "Have you been drinking?" Tamlin seethed out, his claws not so subtly growing. It seemed that the little lord of Spring would not be visiting again anytime soon - if at all ever.

"It seems alcohol is a big part of the culture here, I simply wanted to see what the fuss was about." Brennon said calmly, trying to de-escalate the situation, and failing dismally. It happened in an instant - at full force a rush of air exploded in the room, enough to break through the stone walls of the house. Magic powered through Tamlin as his rage grew to heights he hadn't felt in years. The wind he emitted was subconsciously designed to kill - luckily, the Night Court will do anything to protect those they love.

Warm, but dangerous night exploded against Tamlin's shallow wind. It was not meant to hurt, or kill - but to sooth, to calm. It retaliated against the magic of Spring, until the wind retreated to its owner, who was heavily out of breath and collapsed onto the floor. It seems like the redemption they had all been hoping for was nothing more then a fantasy, and was most likely going to stay that way.

As Cassian and Mor looked around the room, they widened their eyes in shock. The night hadn't come from Rhys, or Lorelai, or even Alec. It had come from their very own High Lady, whose face was a cold stone mask - exempt from any kind of sympathy for the broken male. Next to her, stood Rhys, who subtly rubbed circles onto the bare skin of her back, most likely whispering calming thing to her through the bond.

Everyone stood there, unmoving, not quite sure how to deal with a High Lord attempting to break apart the House. Rhys made the first move, opening the doors and allowing the rest of the Inner Circle to filter out, until only him, Feyre, Brennon, Lorelai and Tamlin remained. Lorelai still was in front of Brennon, her face as rock hard as her mothers.

We'll deal with this, take Brennon to the rooms on the second floor, I think its best to separate him from Tamlin. Her father murmured through her mind, disappointment apparent on his face, but not for Lorelai, but for Tamlin. They had really hoped a child had changed him, but it appeared he was still the same male that locked Feyre in that house all those years ago.

Lorelai lightly tugged Brennons hand. Come, she whispered into his mind, as they trudged through the room, quickly trying to get out.

Brennons P.O.V

His legs couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. It had been years since his father had lost his temper like that, and even so, he had never done it in such a public place, surrounded by such prominent people. His throat contracted. Breathe; why couldn't he breath! Claws began to stretch out into his closed fists, blood beginning to draw. Why? Why could he not just have one simple night of freedom? Air - where is the air?

Suddenly, smooth darkness between to curl around his mind. Come, a female voice whispered into his mind. He looked down, and realised Lorelai was lightly holding his hand, her glassy eyes staring deep at him.

Breathing, he was breathing. His breaths were deep and slow, as they exited the room, ignoring the male in the middle of the floor. Once they left, Lorelai winnowed them into a hallway on the second floor, and whirled towards him.

"I-" She began, before suddenly rethinking her words. "Are you.."

Lorelai's P.O.V

She had never been at such loss for words, not one sentence she could form in her head would make anything better. So instead, she looked up into his glassy, broken eyes and softly said, "The Night Court will always keep its borders open for you, whether you need a weekend or a permanent residence, there will always be a place for you here."

She turned away and pointed the the door across from them in the corridor. "Your room is there, I'll be here to wake you for breakfast tomorrow if you wish to come - its not mandatory. Your belongings should be transported here shortly."

As she turned away, his voice echoed through the empty marble hallway, "Thank you."

She paused for a second, "I've done nothing."

Quickly winnowing away, she found herself back at her apartment, Alec already there, propped upon the sofa, waiting for her return. He held a large bottle, one of their fathers most vintage wines. "Drink?" He smiled. She accepted his offer, and collapsed upon the sofa next to Alec, grabbing the bottle from him and drinking straight out of it. "Well that's very ladylike, has it really been that tough of a night?" Her response was a deep growl which rumbled through the apartment, echoing through the street. "I'll take that as a yes," Alec retorted, and in his mind planning a long night of drinking and venting ahead.