Davian frowned at Paxton, not completely agreeing that running wasn't the best option just then. Paxton hadn't pointed out the pros to running away, like the ones including the fact that Davian's brother would stay alive. Hands swatted away, Davian wrung them together instead, watching Paxton step away.
Davian wasn't used to being able to put his faith in a Demon Lord, but the head of the Rivera clan - his father, which still blew Davian's mind - had so far been reliable at keeping his promises. Granted, he'd been frurious when Davian and Paxton had called him to tell him of the engagement. But any demon would have been infuriated by news like that. Thoughts of the engagement caused Davian's despair to return.
Ambriel, where are you?
"You do?" Davian croaked out when Paxton said they had plans. Plans. Plans were good. Plans were the kinds of things Davian was no good at and Paxton was. "Pressure? The kind of pressure that will get him back?" Daivan's priority was more focused on getting Ambriel out than keeping anything a secret. "Those fucks." Davian added, teeth flashing. Fuck, he needed a smoke so bad.