Azriel had brought reports of a female on fire falling from the sky who had landed in the spring court.

Even though Rhys found this highly unlikely, he had sent Azriel to gather any information that he could on the subject and it turned out that every one of his spies had relayed the exact same story of a golden fae female falling from the sky in flames. Further investigation had revealed that Tamlin now had her enclosed in his manor because he had certified her as being a danger to the public.

Apparently she wasn't from the Autumn court so the source of her fire magic was inexplicable but it did further indicate that she was from a different universe, especially because she just fell out of the sky and it was definitely possible because Amren was proof.

"They say that she is constantly rebelling against Tamlin, maybe we should bring her to the Night court."

Rhys had to agree with Azriel that she would fare better at the Night court since Tamlin wasn't handling the situation very well and the political side of it also seemed to agree seeing that due to her not being from any court, it was perfectly legal.

A look at Feyre told him that she agreed to and the emotion that he could sense through the bond told him enough about what it reminded her of. The memories of being locked in that manor and having to withstand his wrath still haunted her, plagued her dreams.

Rhys could see the interest glimmering in Amren's limpid eyes. She was from a different universe, maybe she would know of a way to get back or maybe she was from the same universe. No-one had ever asked Amren if there were different species like fae in her native universe.

"It might just be a trick, to get us to go into enemy territory for a complete stranger," Nesta argued.

Mor gave Nesta a glare filled with undiluted anger and said with some restraint, "It doesn't matter if she's a stranger or not, in enemy territory or not, we can't just leave her there. She probably has no idea where she is and is scared out of her wits at being trapped in a powerful high lord's manor like some animal!"

"She isn't completely defenceless you know." It was Elain who had spoken up and her calm voice silenced the others. She was staring directly ahead and looked as though she was concentrating.

"Elain, what can you tell us about her?" Azriel gently sat down next to her on the couch in the townhouse, where they had all gathered.

Elain's face went blank for a moment until she replied, "she is not scared, she is angry, the fire in her blood drives her near to the point of a burnout. She is angry and saddened, guilty for what she was forced to do. The spirit promised she would be safe, even if her world was not."

"Why in the spring court?" Nesta gave Feyre a stern look for the demanding tone in the high lady's voice.

"Because her mate is here. Not in the spring court, the spirit ran out of power and couldn't take her any further."

"Then what court is her mate in?"

"The Night court... It's Cassian."

Wide eyed, everyone turned to Cassian. He just kept on staring at Elain, not knowing what to say or do.

Rhys decided to end the stunned silence and told Mor and Azriel that they would be going to get her from the Spring court and bring her back to the Night court. He then looked to Cassian and explained that it would be best not to see her just yet because they should establish what had happened first.