"An hour ago, maybe two? He's with Hermione." Something inside him went cold. "Blaise -" Theo's tone held a thinly veiled warning as Blaise once again surged to his feet and stormed from the room. He stalked through the house, floor by floor, intent on finding them. To do what, to interrupt what, he wasn't certain. But he was fueled by spite and bourbon and whatever raging leftover feelings that had resulted from his talk with Theo, and he'd figure it out when he got there.