Xlynor's POV
Of course, Isagi would always find a way to piss me off. Even though he knew how much I hated being called brother by him, he still did it. Always insisting that since both our mothers were demigoddesses, we were siblings.
“Don’t f*****g call me that,” I scowled.
Isagi pouted dramatically. “You don’t have to be so mean about it. What would our mothers say when they look down on their children fighting each other, brother?”
I didn’t bother replying with words. With a flick of my finger, the discarded dagger hurtled toward him at lethal speed. He dodged it by a hair’s breadth and burst out laughing.
“Your anger issues have worsened,” he said, rising and smoothing his coat.
“No surprise.”
“So tell me—who is this Ivara? I think I’ve heard a lot about her in just the two day
