Third-person POV
Astraea narrowed her eyes the moment she saw Draven's face change. His skin, normally a healthy shade for someone who had lived decades in the human world, turned almost ghostly pale. It was like the life had drained from him the instant she mentioned the name.
"Veylan," she repeated slowly, carefully watching him. "You know that name, don't you?"
Draven's jaw clenched. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he turned away, muttering something under his breath in a language Astraea didn't catch. She stepped forward.
"You look like you just saw a ghost. Or worse," she added, folding her arms. "That's exactly the face I make when someone says Valkyrie's name."
Still no answer.
"Draven."
His shoulders dropped slightly, but he didn't turn around. "Are you sure?" he asked in a voice that sounded strained. "Are you absolutely sure your brother told you to find him?"
