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Fingers ran through your hair gently, stirring you from your sleep. Your head ached, and you pushed yourself further into the softness beneath you, only opening your eyes when your head was pushed up with a breath.

What the-?

You blinked wearily at the female you were laying on-

Laying on? Why would you be...?

"Good morning, little love," she said softly, continuing to run her fingers through your hair. "How are you feeling? You had a bad fall last night." The words were said with a slight frown, worried blue-grey eyes trained on you.

"I..." you tried to remember what she was talking about but there was nothi-

Suddenly a memory of you tripping on a cobblestone and hitting your head, hard, came forward, three males and the female below you crowding your blurry vision with fearful expressions.

"My head... hurts," you said quietly, attempting to wiggle yourself from her grasp.

"No, stay here," she whined, pulling you against her more tightly, the soft silk of her nightgown brushing against your bare skin. "Do you want the boys to come in yet? I had them stay back, they were far too worried to sit still and let you rest," she said, returning a hand to your hair. "And, I know you like me best," she whispered with a grin, one that your returned halfheartedly.

Why couldn't you remember her name?

"I... I'm not... sure?" You bit your lip as you answered, anxiety running through you at the thought of disappointing her- why, you couldn't fathom.

"Is she awake?!" a muffled voice yelled, startling you as you looked towards where it came from with wide eyes.

Without waiting for confirmation the door swung open, three winged males burst through the door. Two violet and four hazel eyes locked onto you, and you pressed yourself back into the female holding you.

"Feyre, stop hogging her," the tallest of them whined, already kneeling on the bed by your feet. "She's our mate too, you know."

The female, Feyre, tightened her grip. "I'm aware, Cassian, and you, Rhys, and Az can come back to bed now that she's awake and only had a headache."

Mates.

Suddenly everything came rushing back, the memory of meeting them in the Palace of Bone and Salt, the bond snapping instantly, your mating frenzy...

And everything had been perfect ever since... Right?

But as the three males climbed into bed with you and Feyre, you couldn't help but feel that something was...

Off.

The violet eyed one, Rhys, pressed himself to your back, pinning you to Feyre's side, eliciting an annoyed grunt from Cassian. The tallest flopped down behind Rhys after his wings dissipated, slinging an arm over his waist to rest his hand on your side.

"You really scared us, bunny," Azriel said softly as he laid on Feyre's other side, scarred fingers brushing against your cheek tenderly.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, hesitating for a moment before bringing your hand to cup his cheek. "I guess I'm really clumsy..."

But was that true?

Your head ached as you thought about that, tried to remember if you tended to trip over little things all the time.

"Now that's an understatement," Cassian chuckled, patting your waist reassuringly. "Usually we catch you in time to stop any damage, but..." he sighed.

"We'll do better in the future, darling. And I suppose you'll just have to lock arms with one of us while we go walking," Rhys said simply, placing a large hand on your hip, fingers playing along the curve of the bone before attempting to tug you closer to him.

Feyre growled lowly, Rhys huffing in response. He let his hand slide lower, fingers stroking over the soft hair between your thighs, threatening to dip lower-

You pulled yourself onto Feyre completely, your head resting between her breasts and legs parted over one of hers, the position feeling safer, somehow.

I told you I was your favorite, Feyre hummed into your mind, her satisfaction curling around you pleasantly. You made a soft noise in the back of your throat, sighing happily when her slender fingers ran through your hair again.

Rhys and Cassian shuffled closer, two wings curling over the four of you protectively, a massive quilt covering your sensitive skin, hands snaking their way underneath to rest on your back.

Your head ached, but at least you had the soft touch of your mates to lull you back to sleep.

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