“She’ll be there,” I said, grinding my teeth, “and she’ll be pleasant. She owes Feyre that much.” Cassian’s eyes flickered. “How is she?” I didn’t bother to put any sort of spin on it. “Nesta is Nesta. She does what she wants, even if it kills her sister. I’ve offered her job after job, and she refuses them all.” I sucked on my teeth. “Perhaps you can talk some sense into her over Solstice.” Cassian’s Siphons gleamed atop his hands. “It’d likely end in violence.”
