“He seems angry...” she says as she looks over my shoulder. “Brothers are such a pain in the bum.”
Yes . . . yes, he does.
Shit.
Bellamy
Cross, I am not a child. Please don’t talk to me like one.
Cross
Stop acting like one, and I’ll stop talking to you like one.
Older brothers are evil little shits.
Even when they’re an entire foot taller than you.
Cross
I talked to Mom.
Oh, fuck this. I’m going to kill him.
Bellamy
. . .. . .. . .
I’m not even sure how to respond to that.
Can the queen of Mornea threaten to kill someone, or will the army actually do it because I typed the words? Asking for a friend.
Cross
You aren’t taking care of yourself.
Tell me I’m wrong.
Tell me you found a doctor, and I’ll leave you alone.
Bellamy
Have I ever given you any reason not to trust me?
Cross
I’ll always put you first.
You matter more to me than a country.
I warned you.
Joss gasps. “What does he mean he warned you? Is that a threat?”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus.
“No, Joss. It’s not a threat. It’s my big brother being his overprotective self. He means well, but sometimes he treats me like one of his kids.”
“If you say so, but he seems like a bit much.”
