"Just now you were speaking to Carrick?" What the hell did that even mean? Carrick was still in the cellar. He stood clenching his fists till his short nails dug into his palms. What the fuck was this all about? Russ was gobsmacked when it dawned on him, "You're jealous? Of Carrick?"
Noctis had no idea how much control it was taking Russell to keep from shifting and doing things to the weredragon that they would both regret.