"Why do you do this? Every single time," Abraxas’ jaw set in frustration, as he exhaled heavily through his mouth. "Always running your mouth, never giving me a chance to explain myself. And now everyone thinks I’m having an affair," he fisted his platinum blonde hair, his knuckles discolouring with the force. "I can’t believe you. I can’t. You know I loved you— love you, and you go and do this? What the hell? It’s like you’re trying to shrink our bloody chance of staying together!" His fair cheeks would usually flush crimson with anger; but they were pale, a telltale of his own panic.