"What did you say?" Azrael rose from his seat slowly, every muscle in his body going rigid as he stared at Rhydric, who sat stiffly in the chair across from him.
Rhydric's jaw tightened. He looked away for a brief second, like he was bracing himself, then looked back at Azrael. "I'm sorry."
That was it. Something in Azrael snapped.
His anger exploded in an instant, raw and uncontrollable. He lunged forward, fists clenched, ready to pounce on him, but Theo moved fast, grabbing him and holding him back with all his strength. "Azrael! Stop!" Theo shouted, straining as Azrael thrashed against his grip.
Azrael's chest heaved, eyes burning as he glared at Rhydric. "You're sorry?" he snarled. "You think that fixes anything?"
Rhydric didn't move. He didn't try to defend himself. He just sat there, taking it, like he deserved every ounce of Azrael's rage.
"You kissed her," Azrael said, his voice shaking with fury. "After I told you to let us share her, and you said no."
