Kieran lowered his glass, narrowing his eyes at the draken. “Would you like me to pose for a painting? Then you can gaze upon me even when I’m not around.” My brows flew up. “Can you not?” “He started it,” Kieran muttered. “How?” “He’s staring at me.” A pause. “Again.” “So?” “I don’t like it.” Kieran frowned. “At all.” “You sound like a small child right now,” I informed him, and Reaver huffed out another laugh. I turned to him. “And you’re not any better.” Reaver reared back his spiked head, blowing out a smoky breath. He looked affronted. “You’re both ridiculous.” I shook my head.
