Zephyra's POV
The rain pounded against my skin as I ran, the cold water soaking me from head to toe. My bare feet slapped hard against the pavement, each step splashing through puddles, but I didn't care. My arm burned where blood was running freely, warm and sticky even with the rain trying to wash it away.
I couldn't believe how close I'd been to falling for it.
One minute I had been following the staff woman down the hall, thinking I was about to meet Draven. The next, everything inside me screamed that something wasn't right, and then I remembered, clear as day.
Astraea and Draven had warned me once, after the incident where I met with fake Astraea, and after they had mentioned that demons could definitely pretend to be someone else, they could never change their eye color. That was the one detail they couldn't fake for whatever reason.
