Eryx didn't just enter the Phantom's Den, he stormed in it. The doors slammed back against the wall. Azrael and Rhydric looked up from their quiet conversation.
Eryx stood there, chest rising and falling, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked carved from stone. His eyes burned not just with anger, but with betrayal.
"Alright," he growled, voice low and lethal, "which one of you motherfuckers spread it?"
Azrael raised a brow, nonchalant but sharp. "Spread what, Eryx?"
Eryx's fists curled. "The rumour that I made out with Athena."
Azrael leaned back, arms folding over his chest with a calmness that was almost insulting. "Rumour? You did make out with her. And from what we heard, you didn't exactly behave like a fucking saint." His voice cooled further. "You took advantage of her. There's a difference."
That snapped something in Eryx.
