As the dust settled under his feet, Daniel tucked his wings behind his back. The evening flight seemed to clear his head of all unwanted thoughts. It had been two months since Luce had made her decision to leave him but it felt like yesterday to him, every day. Dragging his fingers through the newly damp blond locks, Daniel began his short journey to her house.

"I need you to sit down," she began.

It was a typical Tuesday night of Luce's homemade lasagna and a half a bottle of wine, or so Daniel thought. The whole day he got this vibe that he couldn't shake and once he walked into her house, not smelling the sweet scent of the maranara sauce or overcooked noodles, it confirmed his suspisions.

Luce was sitting in front of the unlit fireplace, her shoulders slumped, face in her hands. She didn't even look up when he opened the door.

"Lucinda, what's wrong?" He inched closer to her, his wings tingling to unfurl and comfort her.

"Oh, hello Daniel," the fear in her words threw him off. He crouched down beside her, brushing the hair from her face as she cringled.

He saw the living room light was on, a shadow dashed by the window closely followed by another. The ache in his chest stopping him dead in his tracks. Luce wasn't alone tonight, he was there.

It took everything in Daniel not to rip the door from it's hinges, grab Cam by his throat and pin him against the wall. How could they do this to him? Cam had been by his side since the dawn of man, he knew what everyone had sacrificed but here he was, chasing the one being that meant the world to Daniel, like teenagers in love.

Standing below the burnt out lampost, he leaned his head against the smooth metal, unable to tear his attention from the two story house in front of him.

Luce's response to his touch sent a hundred different emotions coursing through him. Had he done something wrong? Had Miles stopped by again laying the guilt trip on her?

As Daniel opened his mouth, she cut him off, "I need you to sit down." He saw the vein in her neck throbbing, she was nervous but why?

Getting to his feet he took a seat in the loveseat behind him as she stood and slowly paced in front of him. He could see her contemplating, going over what she had earlier rehersed and it put him on edge.

"Please let me say what I have to before you stop me and put your two cents in," She finally looked at him, her face unreadable.

Shaking off that fated day, he noticed the downstairs light was off now and her laughter filled the empty air around him.

"I won that bet, it's time you pay up," Cam spoke as he wrapped his arm around Luce's shoulder, planting a kiss on the top of Luce's head.

She laughed once more, trying to shove him away as they made their way down the cobblestone walkway, "Because you're a pompous asshole."

Daniel squeezed his eyes shut, hoping their voices would quickly fade away. Why did he continuously torture himself with the sight of them?

Cam cleared his throat as the sound of their footsteps stopped, he whispered something in Luce's ear that Daniel was unable to pick up on. Had they seen him lurking in the shadows, better yet, had Cam picked up on his presence? Taking a much needed deep breath, Daniel opened his eyes as he felt those emerald eyes boring into him. "Fuck," he mumbled, taking a fraction of a step backwards.

He saw Luce continue to her vehicle as Cam casually strolled closer to him with the ease of going to check the mail. Not bothering to check for an oncoming car, Cam's pace quickened as he narrowed those sinister eyes, Daniel his target.

"What the fuck are you doing here again Grigori?" Cam spat out. "How many times do I have to tell you, she isn't yours anymore?"

It took more strength than Daniel thought to keep from lunging at Cam. "It's none of your business why I'm here."

Cam barked out a laugh, shaking his hair as the light shone off his black hair. "You're pathetic."

Not wanting to cause more trouble for himself, Daniel took one last look in Luce's direction, seeing she was in fact aware he was there before extending his wings and taking off into the night sky. It might have been his ears playing a trick on him, but he swore he hear her whisper is name.