She might have done better to have just slapped him in the face.
Sam's shoulders, having been relaxed for a short, wonderful moment, now tensed again as she finished her explanation. An explanation that was a whole load of crap as far as he was concerned, because---how could she have---was she even serious right then?
He felt the anger overtake him in a sudden rush, and didn't care enough to try this time and stop it. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles going white with the force (he was at least trying to not break anything), and found very suddenly that he could not stand to look at his sister. It was anger, but more than that he was hurt, upset that she would go off and elope and not--not even mention it to him. Even if he wasn't there--which was a whole other bone that he had to pick with her--at least she could have said something, a little 'oh hey Sam, since you're my twin brother and all, I figured I'd let you know that I'm getting married .' Anything would have been better than this.
"Oh, really badly handled, Savannah," he finally said, his voice tight. Yeah, he was pissed off, and he didn't care if she knew it. She deserved him to be screaming his head off at her.
Sam pushed himself off the counter sharply, at the same time shoving the ring box back at her. "I'm so glad you decided to tell me, though. So glad, you know, to know that you didn't give enough of a shit to tell me until after the fact. I mean, we only shared a womb and grew up together--why in the world would you want me at your wedding, or even tell me you were going to run off and elope in the first place?"
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