Toward feelings that exceeded the scope of what could be understood, Rowan's first reaction was always suspicion. He did not deserve to receive sincere affection.
He had given nothing, so how could he exchange that for Owen's love?
Now, Owen had heartlessly revoked even the friendship that had been so hard to obtain, just to exchange it for an ethereal love, simply because he believed Rowan was an Omegina.
He could not enjoy everything that the halo of an Omegina imposed upon him.
These things did not belong to him in the first place.
After Rowan let go, Owen coughed for a long time, ceaselessly gasping for fresh air.
Unbelievable; he had clearly sensed Rowan's killing intent.
"You... aren't killing... me anymore?" He struggled to squeeze a sentence out of his damaged throat.
"Kill."
As soon as that determined tone rang out, Owen's heart turned ice-cold.
