“Whatever. You go ahead and let that little… wereweasel follow you all the way to my doorstep, and I’ll show him what’s what.”
“Zephyr?” I chuckled. “Why? Yeah, he’s weird, but—”
Charles scoffed. “Aveline! Do you not see how he turned your sister against you with that bullshit story about how your mother died?”
My back stiffened. “He just told us what happened, Charles. It wasn’t his fault—”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Charles said fiercely.
My jaw clenched. “It’s okay—”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Charles repeated.
My eyes scrunched shut. “Okay. Yeah.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
I drew a deep, shuddering breath. “You’re just trying to make me cry like Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting.”
“There’s a reason it won Best Screenplay,” Charles said. “And why Robin Williams won Best Supporting Actor
