Astraea's POV
My arms were wrapped tight around Zephyra's warm body, her back pressed against my chest. She was fast asleep, her soft breathing steady, and for once, my mind felt quiet. I thought I could rest like this for a while, but then I heard it.
"Oops."
My eyes flew open, and rage hit me like a storm.
Standing in the middle of the room was Inara. Her posture was relaxed, her red eyes half-lidded, like she had every right to be there. The look on her stupid face was almost lazy, as if barging into my space while I lay naked in bed with Zephyra was nothing at all.
I pulled the blanket over Zephyra's body at once, waking her in the process. My teeth clenched as I hissed at Inara, "Get out."
But Inara didn't move. Instead, a smirk slid across her lips. "I'm not going anywhere," she said smoothly. Her eyes flicked over me, slow and shameless. "Good to see that you're still as beautiful as I remember. Naked suits you, Astraea."
