Wallace smiled. “Now, there is the little brother that I know and cherish. You sometimes forget that Papa left all this to me for a reason. He knew well of your weakness of mind and trusted me to look after you. You must trust me as well. We must not let Papa down.” Edward dropped his eyes. Wallace let out a sigh. “And, Edward, to be fair, I guess I could have handled this better.” He jabbed a finger at Abitha. “It is just hard to keep one’s temper with that harpy nagging at us.”
Okay so I hate Wallace.
