Astraea's POV
The first thing I felt when Zephyra said Inara's name was anger. Not just simple irritation, but the kind of anger that settled in my chest and refused to go out.
That psychopath had always been reckless, but showing up here again, and in this room of all places, was crossing a line.
Draven's house was supposed to be a safe place for Zephyra, and Inara, after the chaos she caused the last time she was here, had no right to step back inside these walls. The fact that she even went as far as daring to introduce herself to Zephyra of all people made my blood boil.
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I forced my face to remain calm. If I let even a hint of anger slip, Zephyra would see it, and she'd ask questions I wasn't ready to answer.
She didn't need to know about Inara, not about the mess we used to be, or about the dangerous kind of relationship that existed between us. She especially didn't need to know that Inara was once my lover.
