Astraea's POV
I shoved the bedroom door open without knocking, the wood slamming against the wall with a loud thud.
The room was dark, barely lit by the moon filtering in through the curtains, and Draven was right where I expected him to be, sprawled out on his bed, half-asleep and shirtless, with his arms thrown over his eyes like the whole world was just too much to deal with.
He groaned at the noise, one eye blinking open in irritation. "Astraea?" he muttered, his voice rough from sleep. "What the hell are you doing in here now? I told you earlier that I need sleep, and you need sleep as well."
I crossed the room in a few angry strides, barely giving him a second to sit up properly before firing off the words that had been burning my tongue all night.
"Are you sleeping with Lilith?"
That got his attention.
Draven blinked, squinting at me like I'd just dropped a boulder on his chest. "What?"
