Nessian Smut Week Day 3
So… I wrote a thing. I hope you guys enjoy it. @accidental-rambler, tagging you because you didn’t request this one, but you usually enable my Nessian ways.
They don’t tell them anything.
There was nothing in the way they interact with her or Elain that made Nesta think it was a trust issue. No, it’s just that the Fae looked at them and saw pretty little dolls – attractive, but otherwise useless. So they plot and plan a way to bring her sister home, and Nesta is left with a burning anger inside and no way to release it.
“Oh. It’s you.”
Nesta looked away from the window, she hadn’t truly been seeing anything anyway, and looked at the doorway to the library.
She tried not to let it show, but somehow his treatment of her hurt the most. Not that she would ever tell him so.
But… she had thought he thought… not better of her, but more. He might think her a bitch and harridan, but she had also thought he had seen her strength.
More the fool her, for thinking that any man would give her validation.
Not that she needed his validation.
“What do you want?” Nesta asked him coldly, turning her gaze back to the window. If she didn’t look at him, then he would never know that he had…
She refused to finish that thought. The bastard didn’t have the power to hurt her.
“I’m looking for Mor. Where is she?”
“As if I would know.” The words were sneered, followed by an incredulous scoff before Nesta could think the words through. Had it been Azriel, or even her sister’s High Lord, she would have considered each word before she spoke it.
It’s only Cassian that can somehow gain access to the thoughts she keeps hidden away.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Nesta said nothing, just tilted her head away. She’d done the same to many boys back in her village, and each had been cowed by the cold dismissal. She heard Cassian move behind her, his leathers creaking, and she felt a derisive smirk curl her lips, at the sign that he was just another weak boy, so easily pushed aside.
The door closed with a snick, and Nesta had to get to her feet, had to do something, with the rage within. Alone, he could surely find an outlet –
She hit a hard chest and froze, her gaze shooting up. Her eyes met cool hazel, and one of Cassian’s arms came up and wrapped around her waist, tugged her close when she would have taken a step back.