"For how long?" Ronan asks, turning to look at Noah again, his face blank. "Until your boyfriend tries to knock my bird out of the sky again?"

If it had been almost anyone else, Ronan would've reacted exactly the same way and Noah would've rolled his eyes and been done with it. But because it was Krem, Ronan had to ignore it. And Krem was allowed to bust Ronan's face in.

Fuck that. Fuck it.