“Ramble?” Malik finished for him, a half-grin appearing. My eyes narrowed. “I do not ramble.” Casteel coughed on his drink as Kieran silently hoisted himself onto the counter, his brows lifted. “I do not,” I insisted. “Yes, you do,” Reaver said, entering the kitchen. He glanced at Casteel. “Reaver. Nice to meet you. Glad you didn’t bite me, and I didn’t have to burn you alive.”
