Varianlir's POV
“Look at you!” Tristan said, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. “All riled up over a name. I didn’t even say anything about her, and you’re already ready to rip my throat out. Dragons aren’t supposed to be this possessive, ya know.”
I glared at him; my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. “Shut up, Tristan,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Tristan raised his hands in mock surrender, but the smirk never left his face. “Hey, I’m just saying. You’ve been brooding about this for hours. If you’re so worried about her, why don’t you just go to the castle and talk to her? Or, you know, apologize for being an i***t? You are angry because I
