Noah tugged Ryder's arm hard, his pulse quickening with nerves as he dragged him away. "Let's go. You're making a scene."
Ryder's eyes flared with anger, his muscles tensing as he watched Damon walk away with a smug look. "I'm making a scene? You heard what that bastard said to you!" Ryder's voice rose, his irritation palpable. "He insulted you to your face, and you're telling me I'm the problem?"
Noah was tense, but his voice remained calm, though there was a deep frustration simmering under the surface. "Ryder, you're not helping the situation either."
"Not helping?" Ryder scoffed, yanking his arm free from Noah's grip. "You blow up on me for every little thing, but when some asshole calls you—" he stopped, his jaw clenching, "—when he says that garbage, you don't say a damn word!"
