Astraea's POV
I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the ends in frustration. This had to be a joke. A cruel, twisted joke that someone, somewhere, was laughing at. Probably one of those sick gods that despised demons and loved to torment them. I could almost hear whoever it was chuckling in that arrogant, holier-than-everyone tone of theirs.
"I can't believe this is happening to me," I muttered, mostly to myself, but of course, the irritating creature in front of me didn't miss a beat.
Veylan leaned casually against a crumbling wall, with his arms crossed, and that permanent look of smug amusement stretched across his face like it was his birthright. "You done sulking, or should I give you a few more minutes to mourn your fate?"
I shot him a look, but it had no effect. He only grinned wider, which somehow made me want to slap the smirk right off him.
