You decided to go to your favourite bar and drink until either you felt something, or you were ready to go home. Rita's was a usually welcoming in place and you had no concerns about going there to get completely shitfaced. You sat at the bar and had drinks rolling up to you whenever the one in your hand had almost emptied. It was all you needed a stiff drink and no one talking to you but whilst the drinks kept coming your way, so did a male fae who decided that you would have some form of want to talk to him.

At first you tried to ignore him but when he moved a hand to grasp your thigh, you did your best to not smash your glass against the bar top.

You turned to him, tightening your jaw. "If you are fond of that hand, I'd suggest you moved it."

His grip only grew tighter on your thigh.

"I think you'd be quite fond of my hands," he smirked, leaning towards you to attempt to kiss you.

"Let go of me," you hissed trying to lean as far away from him as you could.

He didn't seem to care for your thoughts or opinions, only caring about your body and what it could offer him. He tried to lean in again, but you shot out a hand and slapped him across the cheek.

"You bitch."

Although it felt good to hit him, it instantly made you regret your decision as now he still had hold of you and was beyond pissed. He pulled back his arm to strike you in return. You tried to brace yourself for the hit, but it never came. When you opened your eyes and looked at him, his hand had been caught stopping him from hitting you.

You had never met the Illyrian who had stopped you from getting hit, but you knew of him seen as he was the Spymaster, Azriel.

"She doesn't want you touching her, respect that," Azriel stated pulling at the male fae's arm forcing him up from the stool and to let go of you. With him stood up, Azriel let go of him. "Leave."

The other fae knew he couldn't win the fight so instead he stammered over his words before settling on 'Illyrian bastard' and spitting at his feet. He stormed off leaving you alone with the spymaster.

"Thank you," you smiled up at him trying to not show the pain that had been searing through you leg where you'd been held against your will.

"You're welcome," he said with a nod.

You were truly grateful for him saving you, especially seen as you had no idea what you were going to do if he hadn't stepped in.

"Let me buy you a drink," you smiled.

"You don't have to do that," he stated.

"I want to."

He seemed apprehensive of it but nodded and took the seat where the male fae had been sat before.

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Written by Charlotte.

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