Astraea's POV
I stayed quiet for a long while, staring at the little boy in front of me, my hands curling and uncurling at my sides as I tried to decide what to do.
Every instinct screamed at me to push forward and to demand that he fetch Lysandra immediately, but I forced myself to hold back. I knew now that he could read my mind, and if that was true, then speaking or not speaking didn't matter. He already knew why I was here.
So I made up my mind. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing it from my lips. I wasn't going to explain myself to a child. I wasn't here for him, and I didn't need to waste another second pretending otherwise.
I was only here for Lysandra. If he wasn't going to let me see her, then I had no reason to stay.
I pulled in a slow breath, straightened my shoulders, and turned to leave.
