Hermes froze at Ymir's words, as the elevator door slowly closed.
A lead. On Eirwyn.
He hadn't expected that, not here, not now. The words scraped against something raw inside him, and before he knew it…
His hand shot out, pushing elevator doors back open!
He ran, gripping Ymir's shoulder so tightly that the fabric of his immaculate coat crumpled.
"How long have you known?" Hermes demanded, his voice sharp, nearly feral. "Where is he? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
The questions tumbled out one after another, more like growling than words. His eyes flashed, wild. He didn't realize his nails had dug in until Ymir's gaze hardened and his breath hissed through his teeth.
Ymir's breath hitched, and…
A thin wall of frost blossomed instantly between them!
The ice prince had shoved him back with precise force using Cryoshift, jaw taut. "Don't!"
His tone was sharp, but beneath it was the chill of unease. ".... You look like you're going to bite me again."
