The way he speaks to her is unacceptable, but the grin stays on her face even as her limbs shake. They're the same fucking age, separated by only a few weeks, but she's so much smaller than him. And yet, she's not going to back down. Without Freya here to protect them, she's not afraid of them anymore.

Let him be a bastard, too.

"You spoke. You broke." The rage is coming back, blood through her teeth. "I got you to say something first."

And for a moment, she wonders if her hatred of him is a hatred of all men. But something tells her that brothers can be dangerous. Brothers can do worse than simply beat her. But this one... He's not clever enough to do that. He's just a brute, isn't he?

"I bet you'll be the first to strike, too," she continues. "Gonna lose to your temper?"