Astraea's POV
I stared at Draven like he'd completely lost his mind, because at this point, maybe he had, because nothing else could explain the words that had just come out of his mouth.
He wasn't only admitting that he'd known Zephyra was leaving, he was also standing there, looking as calm as ever, and was telling me that he'd made sure she hid herself so well that even I couldn't track her down with demon magic if I wanted to.
My hands clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I tried not to raise my voice, even though it was incredibly difficult. "What the hell were you thinking, Draven? Why would you help her run away?"
My chest tightened with a rush of doubt. "Did I do something wrong that would make her leave? Or did something else happen that I don't know about? What exactly would you say is behind your thought process of hiding Zephyra of all people away from me?"
