The next morning, Zephyr was in his bed, covering his eyes with his palm accompanied by a never ending growl.
"Argh! My head,"
His growl echoed in the room where Azura and others were present, sighing at the furious man who lost himself in alcohol last night.
"Who told you to drink that much?"
Sighing, Azura was sitting on the bed beside him, removing his hand and rubbing his temples to soothe his headache.
"I was not in my senses, dammit, my head feels like bursting," He growled, pressing his head more into the pillow.
"I surprised to find you drinking too much, you never do this,"
"Young blood, Azura, this is the age for new experiences after all,"
Khaleed commented, leaning against his staff.
His eyes scanned how Azura was beside him, massaging his temples, helping him to relax.
Narrowing his eyes, he was studying her reactions closely. Frowning, he removed her wrists and turned to Janessa.