The chill that has layered itself over our party of three did not bother me when it first appeared. Probably due to my strange immunity to the cold. However, upon hearing Eric's words, a shiver runs down my spine. As if one of the ice cubes languidly floating in my drink had somehow jumped onto my neck and slowly slid all the way down to the small of my back. Instinctively, my arms wrap around my torso, trying to block out the cold I normally don't feel.
The guys' own reactions aren't much better, though a lot more hostile. While Eric is a seething inferno, eyes browner than I have ever seen them before and fists clench, ready to punch something at a moment's notice, Joey's own expression is stone cold and merciless, his dark irises black once more and a singular vein pulsing on the side
