"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were cursed, Brother!"
"I didn't want to make you worry, Marielle."
Shink.
It was a clean, precise sound, the kind that made you sit up and go, yeah, that's not friendly. It sliced right through the morning quiet. Cherion blinked, clearly not caught up yet as things escalated in real time. There stood Marielle, normally all quiet control and sharp edges, but right now? She looked like she'd run out of patience and upgraded straight to weapons.
She wasn't just angry, she was buzzing with it, like she had too much rage and nowhere to put it. The kind that made you reconsider all your life choices.
