"What?!" Aster bellowed. "Why the need? He's a demon! He's been playing with you, brother!" He stomped his feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were wild, burning with frustration and disbelief.
"Why do you trust him more than me?! Was I not the one who followed you? Did I not offer my loyalty to you?! Why are you putting more importance on what that fucker says than my words?!"
Kael, still standing by the door, slowly turned to face him. His eyes were heavy with fatigue—not just from their current argument, but from a weariness that ran deeper, a quiet ache settled in his bones.
"You said that he might be someone from my past seeking revenge," Kael replied, his voice soft but burdened. There was tiredness in his gaze, as though every word cost him something.
Perhaps it wasn't just exhaustion—it was restraint, the desire to avoid facing a truth he wasn't ready to admit.
