ANGELINA POV:
"Danzel..." I breathed out, staring at him. My heart beat against my rib cage incredibly faster, my hand tightening its grip on the doorknob, and for one second, I thought about slamming the door shut on his face so I could escape this. I didn't want to face him, not now with Peter right across the hall.
"Danzel."
Blood drained from my body when I heard Peter saying Danzel's name.
"Peter."
Oh god, no!
I looked at Danzel and found him staring at both of us uncertainly. He had a grim expression on his face as he tried to work his mind on the reality of the situation.
"What are you doing here?" Danzel asked him, ignoring me completely.
I gulped hard, waiting for Peter to say something, to say anything that might help him live for tomorrow. My eyes snapped open and I sighed in relief when Peter spoke,
"Nothing,"
I moved my gaze at Peter who was trying to suppress his words, "In fact, I'm leaving."
