“Move.'

Cassian's cold voice cracked through the spell of the music, halting her. He stood before them, amid the sea of people twirling around and around, and even though most wore black, his armour and blades made him seem... different. Like a true piece of the night.

Eris looked down his straight nose at Cassian. 'I don't take orders from brutes.'

Nesta stifled her snarl and said coolly to Cassian, 'Am I to understand that you would like to dance with me?'

'Yes.' His hazel eyes were burning with violence. Had he really believed what he'd seen on the dance floor?

Eris bared his teeth at Cassian. 'Go sit at your master's feet, dog.'

It took all her concentration, every moment of Mind-Stilling, to keep from ripping out Eris's throat. But Nesta shoved her fury down, to the place where she'd stifled her power. 'No one likes a selfish partner, Eris.' She didn't so much as look at Cassian. Didn't trust what she'd do if she beheld pain in his eyes at Eris's insult. Feyre and Rhysand had given Eris one of her blades just to ensure his continued alliance. She wouldn't jeopardise it. So she added with a croon, 'Time to share.'

Eris threw her a mocking smile. 'We'll play later, Nesta Archeron.”