He couldn't take it. With one swift movement, before he could think better of it, Darien's fist flew out towards Derek's left cheek. He didn't know if he connected because he couldn't feel anything through this bright red curtain of rage, but he didn't care either. He just wanted Derek to know how beyond furious he was, how fucking unacceptable that answer had been and how shitty of a brother he thought he was in that moment. He could barely think, mind wiped clean of all that hitwizard training that preached of controlling emotions and thinking things through.
To hell with all of that. This was his twin sister and Derek hadn't told him. He hadn't told him and he hadn't apologized; he hadn't done shit except make a stupid excuse. No, there was no way he was getting away with that.
For a split second he considered that maybe that was the blow he wanted to badly to deliver to the man who had set this all in motion, who had crushed his sister's spirit... but it would have been a lie to say that he was the only one Darien wanted to hurt in that moment.
No, he had definitely meant that for Derek.
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