Astraea's POV
I narrowed my eyes the moment the words left Veylan's mouth.
A bride?
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended. My brows pulled together, and I took an instinctive step forward, nearly stepping out of the circle he had drawn on the ground.
Veylan's hand shot out. "Don't move," he warned quickly. "You step out now, and we'll have to start over. The connection is still fresh, and I'm still feeling it."
I held myself still, my teeth clenched, and fists curling at my sides.
He started to pace in front of me, arms behind his back like he was contemplating some great secret. His face held that same damn smirk, the one that made me want to punch him straight through the nearest wall.
