Astraea's POV
I stared at Draven, already bracing myself for the eye roll I knew was coming. The second I opened my mouth and said, "I need to get Zephyra out of here," he scoffed—not just any scoff, either.
One of those slow, bored ones that made me want to smack that smug look off his face.
"You really think," he began, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world, "that if Princess Valkyrie decides to tell your brother what she saw, and the king thinks Zephyra is a threat, you can somehow hide her?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't because, as much as I hated to admit it, Draven was right. Valkyrie had seen Zephyra. She'd seen her eyes, so if she ran to Therion and she mentioned the red-eyed human girl and the connection to me, it wouldn't take a genius to figure things out. And my brother was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them.
He'd put the pieces together before I could even think of my next move, and once he did…
