Chapter 1. Azriel arrived near the Weaver's cottage, carefully surveying the area for any signs of movement. He remained concealed in the shadows while getting closer to the hut. The foul stench of death and decay permeated the air as he moved, but if Feyre was correct, the book might provide crucial insights into Kochei's abilities and powers. It was, after all, the book of the gods. Azriel truly hoped that the Stryga had perished during the last war, as they were unable to recover her body. If she was still alive, it would be a grave misfortune. He was really not in the mood to meet with her. Cassian stayed a safe distance away, it was enough for one of them to come near this thing, and he would rather go himself than let his brother do it. He halted at the verge of the woodland, his shadows coiling around his ear, his footsteps slowing down until he arrived at the columns beneath the wooden stairs. From within, he could hear the sound of someone stirring, and the scent was