Zephyra's POV
It was stupid, really. After the way Astraea had laughed in my face earlier and made me feel like some delusional lunatic, I should've stayed in my room.
I should've curled under the blankets and let my embarrassment stew until it burned out on its own, but no, I was here. Marching down the stairs like I had something to prove.
My heart thumped louder with each step, the echo of my feet on the tiles sounding like warning bells in my head. Still, I didn't turn back.
I was tired of hiding.
If I was going to be stuck in a house with two demons, two very unnerving demons, then I had to get used to seeing what they really looked like.
Even if my brain still hadn't figured out how to not scream every time I caught a glimpse of their too-bright eyes or the horns that seemed to appear and disappear at will.
