"Fuck off," Manson said between grumbles, "just another silly mistake."
"Did the fucker see you kissing her?"
"Ryan," he said, the muscle along his neck tensed, "I said forget!"
Ryan burst into laughter.
"Calm down, man."
He doubled over it.
"You're fucking supposed to give me every fucking detail!"
"Fine," Manson admitted quietly, "I kissed her to spike that buffalo."
Ryan's brow shot up.
"So you were jealous he was with her."
"Hell no!" Manson answered without hesitation. "She's mine; I simply wanted that buffalo to understand exactly who she belongs with."
Ryan stared at him for several seconds, and then he clapped.
"Nice one," his grin deepened, "I like the confidence."
Manson ignored him; the amusement slowly faded from Ryan's eyes as his tone turned serious.
"Any word from Dahyun?"
"They haven't found anything yet, and that fucker keeps mentioning Onyx Circle."
Ryan leaned back against the sofa, crossing one leg over the other.
