Zephyra's POV
I felt like my heart was beating so fast it would rip right out of my chest. My eyes moved back and forth between them, Draven with his arms crossed and that constant cold glare, and Inara with her arms loose at her sides, still wearing that smug and unreadable look on her face.
"So, what, you're both telling me Astraea is going to die?" My voice cracked as I spoke. The question felt heavy as soon as it came out of my mouth, but neither of them rushed to answer. They just kept staring at each other like they were about to fight, like I wasn't even there.
The longer the silence dragged, the more my nerves turned to anger. "Fine," I snapped. "Since you're both too busy having some weird staring contest, maybe you can at least tell me this: do you two have history?"
That broke their silence.
Inara blinked at me, her brows pulling together in something that looked like genuine confusion. "What kind of history are you talking about?" she asked, tilting her head.
