Davon stood frozen, his breath coming in short, and uneven bursts.
His hands trembled at his sides, nails digging into his palms so hard he thought they might bleed.
Angelus stood before him, green eyes conflicted, lips parted as if he wanted to say something but Davon wouldn't let him. Not this time.
His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. "Tell me, Angelus." He took a step closer, forcing the prince to meet his gaze. "Whose feelings matter more? Mine or his?"
Prince Angelus flinched, his jaw tightening. He looked away. That was all the answer Davon needed.
A bitter laugh tore from Davon's throat. "I see." He shook his head, stepping back, as if putting space between them would make the pain lessen.
Angelus reached for him, but Davon pulled away. "No. You don't get to comfort me. Not when I was never the one you wanted."
Angelus exhaled shakily. "Davon..."
