Astraea's POV
The snap of Lysandra's fingers was the last thing I heard before the sanctuary faded, and in the blink of an eye, I was back in the tattoo shop.
The stale air of the place hit me immediately, a reminder of just how much I hated being here, and of course, standing there was the little boy, Caelthorne. The so-called deity child I still couldn't stand.
The smug look on his face, as well as the silence, was enough to grate on my nerves and make me wish I could give him a slap across the face.
I pushed my irritation down, reminding myself that the conversation with Lysandra was over. I had made my choice, as much as it burned me to admit it. My voice for Zephyra's humanity, a trade I couldn't take back even if I desperately wanted to. There was no point lingering here any longer.
Turning to Lysandra, I spoke flatly, "I'll find Zephyra as soon as possible, and I'll bring her to you, and then you can do what you want to do."
