Chapter 7

Lorelai's P.O.V.

Bright light slid through the large windows of a 2nd floor apartment on the East side of the Sidra, awaking two slumbering figures. Sprawled across an expensive gold and teal sofa, were two violet haired bodies, both looking like they had just crawled out of a storm. Groaning, Lorelai slightly opened her eyes, quickly shutting them again afterwards. The light was blinding and It was only...Squinting her eyes open again she glared at the clock. Eight am, she could lie down all day if Cassian let her off of training today - he better when he takes a look at the state she's in.

Snuggling back into the gold tasselled cushions, she tried to lay her mind to rest, begging her brain to get back to sleep even through the blinding light. As she tried to do so, her stomach gurgled in complaint of the lack of solids she had consumed, ignoring it, she nestled into the sofa.

Shit.

Her eyes shot open and she rolled off the sofa. Breakfast. In thirty minutes. She'd already screwed up once this visit and didn't plan on doing it again. Pain shot through her head, as she begun to realise the throbbing tension she felt. With one hand son her head, she used the free one to half-heartedly nudge Alec awake. He groaned in response, but didn't move. With all the brainpower she could muster, she mustered up a swirl of wind and threw him across the room.

Alec's P.O.V

Winded, he got up, gasping for air and staring wildly at his sister. "Breakfast," she muttered before slowly walking to her room, and slamming the door. He swore he could hear sounds of her vomiting through the walls. It had been so long since Lorelai had had a true hangover, and he had forgotten how moody she could be.

Dragging himself up and using the wall as support, he winnowed to his own apartment a couple of blocks away, shuffling through his clothes, trying to find something to wear. Lorelai was meant to be going back to the Ilyrian camps today to train with Cassian, but he couldn't see that happening till tomorrow, unless Cassian wanted her throwing her guts up on him. Alec snickered at the thought, as he put on a black and gold jacket and got ready to leave. Lorelai had hoarded the alcohol all night, barely letting him have some, which is why she most likely feels like death. He knew he probably should have stopped her, but drunk Lorelai was hard to reason with, so he just let her drink as much as she'd wanted. 'Serves her right', he thought outloud.

Steading his mind, he winnowed to the bottom of the House Of Wind, to see his sister already there, slumped against a rock. As he raised his eyebrows at her, she muttered hoarsely , "I am not...flying...up there." Sensing what she meant, he picked her up and threw open his wings, launching into the air and up to the House Of Wind. As they walked into the Dining room, they saw that Rhys, Feyre, Mor, Cassian and Brennon were already seated. Tamlin it seemed, had gone back home to the Spring Court, probably wanting Brennon back as soon as this breakfast was over. He was shocked he was even left here alone, knowing the history between their courts. No sign of Amren and Nesta, though that was to be expected, and Azriel was most likely tending to Elain if she was still ill.

Lorelai's P.O.V

Everyone was silent as she sat down, her headache still throbbing heavily. Her personal maid, Bridget, hadn't had time to make her a tonic, so she was stuck like this until Bridget managed to get some from the market. Cassian gave her a hard stare, and then said with a smile, "Fun night?"

Less than a second later, he found a bucketful of water heading his way, inches from his face, before being stopped. Rhys held put a hand, to stop the commotion as he said, without looking away from his porridge,"No drowning at the table."

Cassian replied with a laugh while Lorelai replied with a groan, as she munched on some plain bread. Turning to Alec, Cassian spoke again, "What did you two have?"

"Only the best," Alec replied with a small grin.

"And by that he means raiding our collection and thinking we wont notice." Feyre added, who was in a much better mood now that Tamlin had thankfully left.

Mor tutted, "You always say we are free to take what we like."

"Yes, but can you not always take the most pricy ones." Rhys playfully complained.

"We have expensive habits." Alec half- heartedly retorted, still not in the best of moods.

Brennons P.O.V

He had been silent the entire so far for the entire meal, not quite sure what to say. He had been hoping to talk to Lorelai before he left, but looking at her he saw that no good conversation would come for a while. Her long, purple hair had been pulled into a scruffy low point tail and her white shirt was so crumpled it looked like she'd crawled straight out of bed and come to breakfast without doing nothing in-between. The dark circles on her eyes that she hadn't even attempted to cover up supported this.

"So I take it we aren't going to Illyria today?" Cassian begun.

Lorelai snorted in reply, "I'm sure that they can wait a day before they see me."

"You train in Illyria?" Brennon interrupted, who had always been enamoured by Illyrian warriors.

She took a deep breath and said slowly, "Yes, iv'e trained with them since I was thirteen, I spend a couple months there every year in the summer." She swallowed. "It's where most of my friends are, and they no doubt miss me from how much they pester Cassian."

Brennon blinked, "I thought they didn't allow females?"

"They didn't until she beat some of their best in a fight." Cassian grinned.

"I also threatened to mist half of them." She painfully added. Before her eyes widened, and she ran out of the room.

Lorelai's P.O.V.

She shouldn't have talked and ate so much. Jumping out of her seat, she ran halfway through the room before winnowing to the nearest bathroom, throwing up all she had eaten previously. Clutching the edge of the toilet bowl, she remembered why she'd stopped drinking with her brother in recent years.

Through the walls of the house, she heard laughing, and talks about bets. Bastards. They had made wagers on how long she'd last before she would hurl. Rhys won, with betting thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes. That's how long she lasted. That was also her last thought before she returned to throwing up, thinking of the ways she would pummel her brother for letting her get that drunk.