“Your dead dad has been giving my dead mom the eyes apparently,” Max muttered icily, glaring at Orion as if it was his fault.
“Really?” Orion asked curiously, but Max’s eyes simmered with anger.
“She’s waiting for my dad,” Max growled. “Tell your dead father to back the fuck up.”
“Sure, I’ll just light a scented candle and whisper my wishes into the flames as soon as I locate my aromatherapy set,” Orion deadpanned, and Max’s scowl grew.
“Well you’d better do something about it,” he muttered.