“You look like you’re about to faint.” “What?” His upper lip curled as he shot his gaze to me. “I’ve never fainted in my life.” “That would be a lie, sir,” Casteel said. “There was that time—” “Shut up.” Kieran’s eyes narrowed. “That didn’t count.” I glanced between them, curious. “What didn’t count?” “Nothing,” he muttered. I turned to Casteel. “If you answer that question,” Kieran warned, “I’m going to break one of your bones to find out if I can heal it.”
