Nausea twisted like a fist in Tristan's stomach as Anthony spoke. His fists clenched at his sides and it was taking a hell of a lot of self control for him to not just kill Anthony where he stood.
"You have a death wish, don't you, Anthony?" Tristan asked, his voice surprisingly level as he took a few steps towards the other boy. "And believe me, I would have absolutely no qualms in killing you. I learnt lots of nifty little tricks about hiding bodies when I was working with the Dark Lord." Tristan smiled, still advancing. "But the thing is I know you have a lovely little boyfriend now. Crazy, sure, but he's a cute piece of arse. And I know you wouldn't want to break his heart. It wouldn't be long before someone slipped in there to comfort him, you know?"