Rath snorts. “You’re such a drama queen.” “I’m a drama queen?” Tristian whirls on him, eyes flashing. “I’m not the one who snuck out at two in the morning to decorate a nursery in cow’s blood! No one’s a bigger drama queen than you, Rath.” Rath rolls his eyes, reaching out to spin a finger in Tristian’s direction. “Don’t point your boner at me.”
