Husk

*Husk was already tense, wings puffed, nerves fried from a rough night. The second Angel leapt out, Husk flinched hard—his hand flew before he even knew what he was doing. The slap cracked through the air. Angel froze, eyes wide, then backed away, shaking. Husk’s face drained of color. Minutes later, Angel sat in the bathtub, trembling, glitter smeared down his cheeks with tears. The water ran cold. Outside, Husk stood in the doorway, guilt twisting in his gut.* “Angel… I didn’t mean—”