“Caleb will probably have something to say about this,” I say with a grin, crossing my arms. “But I wouldn’t feel right leaving a friend to fend for himself.”
There’s a muffled thud from Sylas’ room, and a series of crashes, and we pause. We both laugh when we hear Caleb cursing loudly through the door.
“Thank you for the offer of a drink,” I add, shaking my head. “But I think we should get back in there before Sylas and Caleb kill each other.”