Ambriel felt like his heart was being ripped out when James walked away from him. He frowned, for a moment unsure where to guide his feelings of dejection. How could James hate him?
The angel realized he would never know the answer to that question if James left the room now. Thrusting himself forward with his wings, Ambriel easily caught up to the vampire, grabbing him by the shoulder. "James, wait!"
The angel's wings drooped as he faced the smaller vampire, looking unfathomably sad. "How can you hate me," he whispered, "when I love you this much? You are beautiful, James, an image of perfection. You could never be the object of my hate."