Astraea's POV
I had done a pretty damn good job of lying to Zephyra.
I didn't even flinch. I denied everything—the dream, the kiss, and the crawling into her bed like some lust-struck lunatic. I even went so far as to call her crazy. That part hurt a little, seeing the way her face shifted, embarrassed and confused, before she apologized and quietly walked away like she'd made the whole thing up.
But what was I supposed to say?
"Oh, actually, yes, I had the same dream. We made out like animals, and I haven't stopped thinking about it since. Also, my lips still tingle, and I may or may not be catastrophically attracted to you."
Yeah, no. Not happening.
As soon as her footsteps faded down the hall, I spun around and practically ran to Draven's room like my existence depended on it. He was already awake, lounging by the window, phone in hand, his expression serious, until he saw me burst in like a lunatic.
