THIRD PERSON POV
Thomas entered Hrolf's office knowing what to expect. He noticed that Hrolf was sitting on his desk, his brows drawn into a thick frown as he glanced at some papers. Esteban was standing right next to him, his icy eyes zeroing in on Thomas the moment he walked in.
There it was again, as if resentment towards him was something physical. He could feel the wave of negative energy coming from the other man.
Hrolf's head popped up, and he gave a slight nod at Thomas. “Good that you're here. Why don't you have a seat? This won't take much of your time.” His voice was cool, even, and didn't give any hint of emotion.
“In that case, I'd prefer to stand,” Thomas responded.
“Whatever you want” Hrolf stood up and walked around his desk. “Now, tell me, why were you having Dr.
