Caelum and Renar locked eyes, sharp and unflinching, as if both were already brawling without ever lifting a finger.
"I do hope it ends with just a glare-off and not blood decorating this room," Callista muttered, trying to break the ice-cold tension in the air.
"I'm not as childish as he is," Renar scoffed, cutting sharply.
"At least I did something instead of just all talk," Caelum shot back.
"And left someone else to clean up your mess?"
"That someone sure as hell ain't you though!"
"Oh, for the hell's sake, can't you two just quit it already? Renar, I've scolded him enough, you can back off now. It's not like we can rewind time and undo what he's done, right?"
Callista stepped in, exasperated, trying to douse the flames flaring between the two men who clearly lost their minds over the same woman.
She was drained enough handling the mess from Caelum's post—the last thing she needed was full-blown domestic violence between the wild Tuffin boys.
