"Let's head in," Torak ushered Davil.
Davil nodded and followed him into the house. Playing with his flute in his hand, trying to get his emotions under control.
'Deep breaths,' he whispered to himself. "No need to lose control over this Olyver," he advised himself. The advise entered through his right ear and left through the left ear. Xander had never given him reason to be jealous up until that moment.
In the past, his revenge was the only thing that took him away from the moon god. Not someone else, there could never be anyone else. However, Davil doubted that the boy felt the same way now without his thirst for vengeance and his passionate hatred for the moon goddess.
Torak smirked.
The jealousy in the moon god's eyes seemed too cute. He shook his head and pushed the thought away. After the conversation he had with the moon goddess and Davil, he was looking forward to seeing his lover.
