Friendship was fickle. Xion had known this truth for as long as he could remember. No matter which world it was, he had personally experienced it.
Faymere had been a little heaven for his jittery nerves for four years. He had lived there in peace, and now when he was betrayed by the very people, he felt hopeless.
It was the same feeling that was creeping into his senses. His wish to vanish into oblivion.
It wasn't like he had let those people enter his heart, nor had he allowed himself to trust them completely. And yet, when the night settled, he found himself thinking about everything that had zoomed past him in a blink.
The cold air swished inside the cave, shaking the violent flames illuminating the dark space.
Suddenly Xion wondered if Darius also felt like this. After all, they had been together for more than just a month, not to mention the life-threatening battle they had survived together.
Could the archduke also feel that he had betrayed him?
