Theo groaned dropping his head in his hand.
"What now?" Azrael asked quietly, his tone calm but edged with curiosity.
Theodore didn't answer at first. He groaned, the sound low, frustrated, and then stood. His chair scraped lightly against the marble floor as he started pacing the room, running a tired hand through his hair. Frost followed where his fingers touched, the air around him dropping lower with each second.
Eryx groaned out loud, throwing his head back against Rhydric's chair. "What the hell, Theo? You freezing the place again? What's wrong with you, are you on your damn period or something?"
Azrael chuckled faintly, shaking his head, but there was a quiet edge behind the humor.
Theo stopped pacing, his jaw tightening. "Do you know the worst part?"
Eryx rolled his eyes, dragging a hand through his messy hair. "Oh, here we go again," he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
