He grunts. “You don’t need to be embarrassed about any of that. They’re the assholes.” “Don’t call my sister an asshole,” I snap. His brows soar to his hairline. “That’s a strong reaction. You’re really defending her after what just happened?” “Of course.” I puff a foggy breath. “She’s my sister. Only I’m allowed to call her an asshole, and believe me, I do. Hourly.” While I want to kill Gwen, if anyone else tried to hurt her, they’d end up with their eyes gouged from their sockets. Not really, but even when I hate her, I’d still go to war for my sister because she’s my sister.