"Every time," Pete said, who had returned to the pool table's edge with Chronos's remaining cookies stashed safely in his pocket, shaking his head.
Julius said nothing, but his expression had already said everything.
Chronos watched the scene blankly, still unsatisfied with his food. However, it was already taken by Pete, so he had no choice but to just drink away his unsatisfied appetite.
Neville frowned as he calmed himself down.
"Hmm?" Grayson leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching Neville with a faint, infuriating curve at the corner of his mouth. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing." He said as he snatched the cue stick from where Grayson had propped it against the table.
Grayson tilted his head as he finally turned his gaze to the table.
"That's not right," he said.
Neville's head snapped up. The redness on his face quickly vanished and was replaced by a flat stare.
"No," Neville said in a steady voice and leaned forward.
