“What are you getting at?”

“You spied on me.”

Anakin sighs. “Can you blame him? You’re a wildcard.”

I glare at him. “This is an a and b conversation, c your way out of it.”

Beelzebub chuckles, sipping his tea while he watches us bicker.

“All I’m saying is, maybe he did order Betty to spy on you, but it was a smart move.”

Draven nods at Anakin. “Thanks, bro.”