A smile like that was far more terrifying than her previous outbursts. This was slow, deliberate torture.
Fairfax took a deep breath. “Your reach extends all the way to Maxlandia. It seems you hold a special place in Kael’s heart.”
“Isn’t it a good thing I have this kind of power?” Starla replied calmly. “At least now, you can’t bully me anymore.”
“Bully you? Who could possibly bully you?” The word ‘bully’ sounded absurd to Fairfax now.
Starla let out a dry laugh. “You can’t now, but you all had a grand time doing it before, didn’t you?”
“Before, that was…”
“Was that bullying? Is that what you were about to say?” Starla cut him off, her voice laced with mockery. It was true what they said: it’s easy to dismiss pain when you’re not the one bleeding.
Fairfax knew what kind of person his mother was. He knew what his sister was like, and he certainly knew what Brinley was capable of. But what could he do? They were Yelchins. Whatever they did, Fairfax would probably just dismiss it with a simple phrase: “That’s just how they are.”
She remembered him saying that about Xenia once, so casually. “Xenia is just like that, her mouth runs away with her. Don’t take it personally.”
So, they were allowed to be “like that,” and if she got upset, she was the one in the wrong.
Hearing Starla’s biting words, Fairfax opened his mouth to argue but then thought better of it. No matter what he said, she would twist it back at him. He swallowed his retort.
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