Zephyra's POV
I hadn't spoken to Astraea since she stormed out of Draven's office earlier. The memory of her very stern-looking eyes, which had been full of anger and pain, still lingered in my mind. I knew I had upset her, but I had promised Therion I wouldn't tell her what he shared with me, and no matter how much it hurt, I had to keep that promise.
Still, keeping it didn't make the silence between us any easier to live with.
Draven had told me to be patient. He said Astraea just needed time and that she always came back around, but patience was never my strong point, especially when it came to her. I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't just sit still, waiting for her to forgive me, not when she meant this much to me.