Mor patted Azriel on the shoulder as she dodged his outstretched wing. "Relax, Az - no fighting tonight. We promised Rhys." The lurking shadows vanished entirely as Azriel's head dipped a bit - his night-dark hair sliding over his handsome face as if to shield him from that mercilessly beautiful grin.
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ A Court of Mist and Fury ]
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