Astraea's POV
I stormed out of the room, the sound of my boots echoing loudly down the empty hallway. I didn't care how dramatic it looked. I just needed distance and space from Therion, from that smug and audacious voice of his, and from that stupid bored expression he always wore like he wasn't actively playing with my life, and now with her life.
I barely made it past the end of the hallway before I heard footsteps behind me.
"Are you seriously going to walk away from him like that?" Draven's voice was loud, and even from behind me, I could tell that his tone was full of irritation. "He's one of the only people who can help you, and you just picked a fight with him."
I didn't stop walking. "Then maybe he shouldn't have tried to steal Zephyra out from under me in her sleep."
Draven followed close behind. "He said he didn't do it."
I stopped walking and turned to face him, my jaw tight, anger curling in my gut like smoke rising from an open flame.
