Astraea's POV
I regretted this the second we stepped inside.
Humans, so many humans. Loud ones, screaming ones, the ones dragging sticky-fingered children, and the ones laughing like wild dogs while flashing neon lights blinked over their heads like they were all in some chaotic, brain-melting ritual.
I barely took three steps into the building before I felt the headache forming at the center of my forehead, spreading like a curse. The kind only too much demon energy, or apparently, too much human noise, could trigger.
"I don't want to be here," I said, already scowling as I rubbed my temples. "The energy in this place is disgusting, and I doubt I have the patience for a place like this."
Zephyra turned to me with a frown, arms crossed. "It's an arcade, Astraea, not a war zone."
"Feels the same," I muttered. "But louder, stickier, and more… irritating. There are just way too many humans."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "You do know I'm human too, right?"
