Chapter 5
“What in the name of the Banished is going on?” demanded Thomas, throwing himself out of his brother’s grip.
“Calm yourself,” Neal said. He took after their father physically and surely had no fear of being overpowered. Even so, he stayed back as Thomas paced back and forth through the kitchen.
“Calm myself? Calm myself?! ‘Your life is ruined, good-night.’ How am I supposed to calm myself?”
“You can start by taking control of your tongue,” his mother said from the door of the kitchen. She sighed. “You may have my build, but you’ve certainly got his temper.”
“Mother, when was it decided I was leaving the Academy?”
“I don’t know.” She closed the door, found one of the kitchen stools, and sank down onto it. “I gave him a piece of my mind after he sent you away yesterday. And a
