Chapter Five

                                    

                                          
CHAPTER FIVE
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          IN THE END IT WAS ONLY RHYSAND THAT HAD JOINED THE FOUR OF THEM WITH THE EXCUSE THAT THEIR OTHER TWO MEMBERS WERE OFF HANDLING COURT BUSINESS. Perhaps it was better this way, not too much strangers for Willow to get used to. Once her nerves had ebbed away, she decided that she felt comfortable in their company. They were funny, talking amicably amongst themselves and didn't hesitate to pull Willow into conversation.
The food was the best thing she had ever tasted, much like the food Feyre had offered her when she had first awoken in The Town House. Willow never knew how much she enjoyed potatoes before she tasted the ones that were offered to her here.
"They're not going to run out, you know." said Mor, watching her eat in amusement but that amusement died down when Willow furrowed her brows. "We have lots more, take as much as you want."
"Mor," warned Cassian, shooting the blonde a glare.
"It's okay." offered Willow, knowing that Mor meant nothing by it. "I'm sure it looks funny, but to be fair these are the best potatoes i've ever eaten. Seriously, what magic was put into these?"
"Got them from the best farmer in the city." said Feyre, resting her head in the palm of her hand as she set her fork down. "I could show you around Velaris tomorrow, if you'd like?"
"I'd like that very much, thank you." nodded Willow, taking a sip from the wine they had filled her goblet with and it was already her second one. "This is also very good."
Cassian's lips quirked up at that and watched the healthy glow that had appeared on her face from the food and drinks she had consumed. He couldn't help but feel prideful at the fact she managed to feel comfortable around them in such a short time, especially after what she had been through. His family usually had that effect. 
"Don't have too much of it or you'll have a splitting headache tomorrow." grinned Mor, taking a sip of her own wine. "Unfortunately, I know this all too well and it isn't fun."
"Yeah," exposed Cassian with amusement as he glanced at his blonde friend. "you should see her after a night out at Rita's. Can't tell the difference between her fingers and toes."
"Have you seen yourself?" smiled Rhysand, leaning forward in his seat with his elbows resting on the table as he offered Willow an amused wink. "Crashed right into the side of the mountain and tore your wings."
Willow furrowed her brows and glanced behind him to look at his wings, at least the parts she could see from the angle she had on him. 
"Rita's?" questioned Willow after a second. 
"A pleasure hall in the city." explained Feyre. 
"Ah," nodded Willow, but if she was being honest she had no idea what she was talking about it. Willow had never been to such a place before but she pretended that she knew what they were talking about it. Willow didn't want to them to explain every single to thing her, she already felt like a burden enough.
Mor and Rhysand, who were cousin's, fell into a heated discussion about the pleasure hall but Willow couldn't really focus on it. Instead, she felt the buzz of the evening ebb away as she stared at her empty plate. It had been a great evening, but as she found herself a moment to think her mind went back the The Winter Court and her father and what he would do once he found out what had happened. 
Would he try to find her? Would he call her back that The Night Court had no choice but to deliver her to him? Would she lose this tiny spark of hope now that she had found it?