Alaric stormed away through the woods, anger practically sizzling off of him. "Alaric!" Griffin called, but he didn't stop.
"Alaric, listen to me!" he tried again, finally grabbing him by the arm. But the moment Alaric turned, fire burned in his eyes.
"No! Don't you dare touch me!" he spat, jerking away. His voice was sharp and laced with raw pain. "This was all your idea, and look how it turned out!"
"Alaric—" Griffin tried to speak, but Alaric cut him off.
"At least if I had settled with the fact that she had chosen to be cut from me, it would have been better than being left with that… that—" His voice broke, his breath shuddering.
Alaric couldn't even say the word. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.