Prince Angelus felt trapped between Cassiel and Davon's feelings. He hesitated to act as acknowledging either would end up with one or the other getting hurt.
Cassiel saw this and laughed, sharp and bitter.
It echoed in the quiet room, slicing through the heavy air like a blade. Angelus flinched, but Cassiel didn't care. He didn't care about any of it anymore.
"What's wrong, my prince?" Cassiel sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Did you finally realize you don't get to play the saint in this?"
Angelus opened his mouth to speak, but Cassiel cut him off.
"No, save it." He took a step back, shoving a hand through his hair, his body tense with fury. "I knew you were blind, Angelus, but this? This is almost impressive."
Angelus frowned. "Cassiel..."
"Don't say my name like that." Cassiel's voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Like you pity me."
Angelus's lips parted, guilt flashing in his green eyes, and that was the final straw.
