Staring at him for a moment, Verity moved her hands onto her hips. "It's alright?" she echoed, angrily. "It's alright? As though I need your permission to see my own cousin?"
Although she knew Fred hadn't meant it like that, his simmering anger towards her family (warranted as it may be), rubbed her the wrong way. "And you do realise that Charlie's just as much mine as she is yours. You think I'm going to let her get hurt? You think I wouldn't die for her?"