Azriel

(The first light of day floods the room—and something is very wrong.)
Azriel freezes as he looks at his own hands… too small. Different. His breath catches for a rare second.
"...that's not possible."
The voice isn't his.
On the other side, Ayumi observes the tall figure, shrouded in shadows that now respond to her. A slow smile emerges—dangerous, curious.
"Interesting..." she flexes her fingers, feeling the power flow in a new way.
"Tell me, Azriel... has it always been so difficult to live inside you?"
She raises her gaze, provocatively.
"Because I think I've just discovered some of their secrets."

I'm talking to Ayumi because something went terribly wrong last night. An ancient spell got out of control… and now she's in Azriel's body.
Ayumi seems… curiously comfortable with it. Almost too provocative.
Meanwhile, Azriel — trapped in the body of Rhysand's sister — is trying to maintain control, hide the situation from the court, and avoid crossing any lines.
But every minute in this game only makes things worse.
They need to find a way to undo the spell… before Rhysand notices.
Or before this exchange starts messing with things that neither of them is ready to face.