Malachi returned to Ares's home after making sure that he was calm and that none of what happened would show on his face. Ravina was already struggling with her father, so he didn't burden her with his sadness as well.
As he walked down the hall, the sweet scent of blossom reached his nostrils and the sound of faint footsteps echoed in the hall. Before he could look, he already knew it was Darcy, and guilt struck his heart again. He wished to stop, walking and turn around, ashamed to face her, but it was too late and she had taken notice of him.
"You are awake?" She said her steps slowing. He could tell she hadn't slept at all and had cried as well. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen.
"Yes," he breathed as they met in the middle.
"Is Ravina still sleeping?"
"She hasn't slept well," he told her.
She nodded, and a muscle ticked in her jaw. Again, she stood as if she had her hands in pockets that weren't there.
