Stepping out of the room, Enzo ran a hand through his hair. The tip of his cane struck the floor with each step, the rhythmic sound drawing the attention of passing servants. Yet he paid them no mind.
His thoughts remained trapped inside that room. The conversation that ended without a conclusion. The look Zayden had given him, filled with hatred. It stung his heart.
Had I known you didn't know about Ren, I would have told you…
The thought repeated itself over and over again. He bit down on his lower lip anxiously. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt.
He couldn't even deny that he was guilty. Guilty of betrayal, even if it was a mistake he made unknowingly.
"I don't want to see your face again." Zayden's earlier words echoed through his mind, along with the expression on his face.
