Astraea's POV
I watched Draven pace back and forth across the floor of my bedroom like a caged animal. His jaw was clenched, his arms folded tightly, and every few seconds, he'd shoot me a look that felt sharp enough to pierce through stone. He hadn't said a word since I finished explaining everything, until now.
He stopped suddenly, spun around, and glared at me.
"Let me get this straight," he said, voice tight. "A human girl with no blood tie, no ritual, no access to forbidden texts, and no knowledge of our world somehow summoned you on your very first night in the human realm, and you decided to just... never mention it?"
I leaned back against the edge of the bed, arms crossed and expression flat. "Yes, that's what I said."
Draven looked like he was about to combust. "And you didn't think that was important?"
"I thought it was a mistake," I said, letting out a slow breath. "Believe it or not, I was just as surprised as you are. Probably more."
