Zephyra's POV
I knew I was making a mistake the second I closed the front door behind me.
Astraea had told me, no, warned me, not to leave the house under any circumstances, but I wasn't exactly in the position to lounge around like some princess in a glass tower.
My phone had rung nonstop all morning, and when I finally picked up, it was the manager from my part-time gym job, barking out a not-so-subtle ultimatum: show up today or don't come back at all.
I almost said screw it. Almost let the job go and told myself I'd figure something else out later, but later felt too uncertain and too dangerous, and the truth was, I didn't want to keep living off Astraea and her ridiculously rich uncle, Draven.
They'd already helped me with the Marlo situation, and for that, I was grateful—really, I was—but if I didn't start pulling my own weight again, I'd lose whatever sense of control I had left over my life.
So here I was.
