The second the words came over his lips, Zephyr realised how incredibly lame they sounded. Sure, it made sense to him - he had been drunk, he actually hadn't realised who he'd taken to bed until he woke up the following morning. Unfortunately for him, Zeke had also realised it by then.
Growling something incoherent, he turned his back at Spencer, but found he had nowhere to run, thus spinning around to face him again. "Who cares if he ran to you or not? I sure as hell don't, 'cause it won't change a fucking thing. I slept with her, didn't I? I can't undo it..!"
He felt cornered, and not in a good way. He knew Spencer was stronger than him, if it would come down to that. And right now, that felt like a very likely possibility.