"You egocentric, half-witted man in heat!" Alexander cursed.
"Save it. There is nothing you could possibly say to me that I haven't said to myself." Charles drawled.
Alexander scoffed. "I highly doubt that, you self-absorbed heartless bastard."
"Enough with the name calling, Alexander." He asked of him, already a room away from rage.
Charles was angry. He was beyond angry. There was tranquillity on the surface, but underneath, he was going berserk. How could she leave like that? How could it have easily ended for her? How could it end when he was only beginning? She regretted him when she had told that she didn't want him to regret her. It had been two days.
