The blood on her nails brought a small smile to Lydia’s lips. That was before she heard her sarcastic little sister. Then she growled under her breath and ran a red light. Lucky no one was there to cause an accident. “Excuse me for speaking the truth you little brat. So are you looking to get yourself killed or is it enjoyable to give me a heart attack because personally I don’t find the humor in it.” She looked in the mirror and caught her sister rolling her eyes. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. She couldn’t wait for their next training session. “First off, brat seems a little harsh. Second, neither, I could have handled him myself. He wasn’t even going to kill me, he wasn’t just going to have that beast beat me to a bloody pulp and then dump me at the protectors doors.” “Oh is that all, excuse me for over reacting” “you’re excused.” Lydia stopped the car with a loud squeak by the side of the road and turned to her sister. Cass thought she saw her life pass before her eyes. “Listen and listen well. You are my little sister, I am supposed to protect you even if you don’t want it, so lose to attitude. Training session the minute we get home, and more like that session to come, desk work with the protectors, and I swear if I catch you out of the house on a mission by herself I will personally end that mission, drag you home, beat you to a bloody pulp and leave you at Darriens door so he can do as he pleases” she turned back in her seat, started the car, and headed for home. Cass swallowed hard and stared at the back of her sisters head. That was intense.