Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Maeve snapped her fingers. “Fenrys.” The wolf padded past and sat himself beside her throne. But not before he glanced at the black wolf. Just a turn of the head. The black wolf returned the look, bland and cold. And that was enough for Maeve to say, “Connall, you may finally tell your twin what you wish to say.” A flash of light. Aelin inhaled through her nose, exhaled through her mouth, over and over. Barely registered the beautiful dark-haired male who now stood in place of the wolf. Bronze-skinned like his twin, but without the wildness, without the mischief shining from his face. He wore a warrior’s layered clothes, black to Fenrys’s usual gray, twin knives hanging at his sides. The white wolf stared up at his twin, rooted to the spot by that invisible bond. “Speak freely, Connall,” Maeve said, her faint smile remaining. The barn owl perched on the back of her throne watched with solemn, unblinking eyes. “Let your brother know these words are your own and not of my command.” A booted foot nudged Aelin’s spine, a subtle jab forward. Harder into the glass. No amount of breathing could draw her far enough away to rein in the muffled whimper. She hated it—hated that sound, as much as she hated the queen before her and the sadist at her back. But it still made its way out, barely audible over the thundering falls. Fenrys’s dark eyes shot toward her. He blinked four times. She could not bring herself to blink back. Her fingers curled and uncurled in her lap. “You brought th...

Kinda like Rhys with velaris