Aylan gave a hard, final rub against his chest, forcing Ezrick back a step. Their eyes locked, turquoise on grey. Ezrick wanted to say something.
I’m a Crown, too.
I’m sorry for existing.
I can’t take it when you—
“Aylan,” he started, his throat constricting. But Aylan had already turned away, fixing his glare on the pastries.
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