Aelin Galathynius did not expect a glowing hole to appear mid-forest while she was finally enjoying a quiet moment.

Naturally, she stepped through it.

On the other side? A woman with a bow aimed at her face.

“Who the hell are you?” the stranger demanded.

“Aelin. Queen. Fire-breather. Occasional chaos-bringer. You?”

The woman hesitated. “Feyre. High Lady of the Night Court.”

Aelin grinned. High Lady? She liked this one already.

But before they could exchange more sass, monsters tumbled out of the still-crackling rift behind Aelin.

“Oh, good,” Aelin said dryly. “I was just thinking I hadn’t killed anything in hours.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and nocked an arrow. “You cause this?”

“Maybe.”

They fought side by side like they’d trained together for years—Aelin setting things on fire just a little too enthusiastically, Feyre sniping targets with deadly precision.

When the last beast fell, Feyre sighed. “I should probably close this rift now.”

“Yeah, before I start thinking about dragging you back to my world for coffee. You’d like Rowan. He broods more than your husband, I bet.”

Feyre smirked. “Rhysand would love that competition.”

“Tell him I said hi,” Aelin winked before stepping backward into the rift.

The portal snapped shut, leaving Feyre alone, shaking her head with a laugh.

“Definitely trouble.”