“Yep.” His usual goofy grin cut sharper than usual. “Because you’ve pissed me off, Callum.”
I set the pen down slowly and leaned back in my chair, folding my hands. “Have I? Do enlighten me, how did I manage to rattle the great slacker, Zane?”
“Which should tell you something,” he said, voice low now. “Because if I’m this mad, then yeah, you really, royally screwed up. We’re doing this, now.”
“Doing what?”
“You. Me. Talking. About Liora.”
My stomach twisted, a flash of heat gripping my neck. “Don’t.”
“Oh, I will.” His eyes narrowed, blue, intense, sharper than they had any right to be. “She’s walking around here with soaked textbooks and bruised feelings while you’re dodging her like you’re some ninja heir. Hanging from rafters? Seriously?”
“That was one time.”
“I don’t care. You s
