Aiden's POV
"Bollocks Anthony, she's just as ornery as Ma!" I sputtered at the young lady before me. The brat handed mine and my brothers arses to us. Grown men outdone by a five foot fae girl!!
"We are nearly forty for f***ks sake! We can talk this through, can't we?" Anthony asked me.
"Do you remember our father's funeral?" I asked him.
"Honestly, Aiden? No. I was..."
"Blasted the entire week. We were all a mess when he died, brother. But you were really bad off, because the old man died before he could meet your daughter and it was tearing at you. You were yammering on about that gold magic and how you didn't need it, and then you grabbed me. You told me that you would do one thing right. That Da wanted me to have that magic, to make me not so dark. That gave me so much hope, Antho
