Lion Head Mesa But the roses were only to drain my inspiration

She didn’t know.

Perhaps that was what hurt the most, until her next statement. Aquillius’s teeth clacked closed, then they were bared, ivory grinding against ivory as he ground his jaw together.

I stayed away because i cared. You were supposed to give him something better. He took an aggressive step forward, the fur on his hackles spiked, a bitter, disbelieving rage curling against his ribs.

He itched to do it. To lunge.

He didn’t, but it was a bare thing.

He quivered in place.

How dare you accuse me of not caring. She sat before him throwing words like she had ever understood him, like she had ever tried. Aquillius had done all he could to make his father proud of him, to make him happy, and stepping away to let him have his new life and new family was all for that.

His legs were shaking.

He did not believe her. Her mouth only spewed lies.