Astraea's POV
I didn't expect the breakfast table to turn into what it had turned into, but the moment Draven's phone rang and his expression darkened, I knew something had changed.
He picked up, answered in his usual flat tone, and listened. Only a few words escaped his lips, short and clipped confirmations. Then, as fast as it came, the call ended. He looked up at me, eyes serious.
"She found him."
I blinked. "Who?"
"Veylan," he said. "My contact spotted him last night, and she gave an exact location."
All the amusement I'd been feeling moments ago, teasing Zephyra over her persistent curiosity, vanished like smoke. My body straightened instinctively, and my fingers curled around the edge of the table.
"Let's go," I said, pushing back my chair.
Zephyra's eyes widened as I stood. "Wait, what? Where are you going?"
I didn't bother with details because there wasn't time for that. "Stay home, and find something to do if you're bored. Don't leave the house without me."
