There was a tiny box left on the table by the windowâa box that Mor lifted, squinted at the name tag, and said, âAz, this oneâs for you.â
The shadowsingerâs brows lifted, but his scarred hand extended to take the present.
Elain turned from where sheâd been speaking to Nesta. âOh, thatâs from me.â
Azrielâs face didnât so much as shift at the words. Not even a smile as he opened the present and revealedâ
âI had Madja make it for me,â Elain explained. Azrielâs brows narrowed at the mention of the familyâs preferred healer. âItâs a powder to mix in with any drink.â
Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. âItâs for âthe headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.â
Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.
Iâd never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Cassian and Rhys joined him, the former grabbing the glass bottle from Azrielâs hand and examining it. âBrilliant,â Cassian said.
Elain smiled again, ducking her head.
Azriel mastered himself enough to say, âThank you.â Iâd never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. âThis will be invaluable.â