Maggie heard him well before he came into view. She felt the anger rise as the sound of him, her glare focusing directly on him even as he stepped into the kitchen. The mumbled greeting didn't do any good of calming her in the slightest. If anything, she felt her anger grow even further. She continued to watch him as he walked further into the kitchen. Clearly, he couldn't be that daft, could he? But apparently, he was as he looked over his shoulder back to her and asked the question.

"It started off well enough," she answered, the iciness evident in her tone as well as her gaze, "Got a letter from my mum asking if Cane could stay with us until the summer cleared up." She paused, still watching him to see if he'd show any sort of reaction to what she was saying. He might not initially but he would when she'd finished, surely.

"I told her that was fine but realized we've only the two bedrooms and I didn't think making my little brother share a room with me or my husband was the thing to do," she continued on, grabbing the letters and sticking them out into his direction, "So I tidied your room and moved your things to mine. Then I found these."

If looks could kill, Lorcan would have been dead. As it was, they couldn't and she wasn't about to lose everything she'd fought and worked for by murdering him with her bare hands. But dammit the thought was tempting because she was so damned hurt by what she'd read in the letters.

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