“You just don’t like him because Kieran doesn’t.” Sitting back, I crossed my arms. “He’s been extremely helpful, especially while freeing you,” I reminded him. “And he’s also very—” “If you say he’s nice,” Casteel interrupted, “I’m going to have serious questions regarding your definition of the word.” “She thinks you’re nice,” Kieran tossed over his shoulder as he went to the door. “I already question her definition.” I snorted. “He has a point.”
