Zephyra's POV
I let out another sigh and rolled onto my side, staring at the wall like it could give me answers. My head was pounding, but it wasn't from lack of sleep; it was from everything Therion had said earlier.
Die, or live without humanity.
Those were my only two options.
The words kept replaying in my head like a broken record, each repetition making my chest feel tighter, and the worst part? The person who was supposed to end me, if it came to that, was Astraea herself.
I shut my eyes and tried to block out his voice, but the memory came back in perfect detail. Therion hadn't flinched, hadn't softened his tone. He'd just told me like it was a fact, like telling me what time it was, and maybe for him, being a demon king, it was just that simple.
But for me? It felt like the floor had been ripped out from under me.
