Her words were like a slap in the face. Whether she'd meant it to sound that way or not, what his mind caught was 'You left because you were the same as your murderous, power-hungry, bastard of a brother.'
He grit his teeth to keep from snapping at her, his right hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the wrappings of his left. He didn't remember any of this! She was lying. She had to be, but what if this was just one of those tricks that the spiky-haired kid had warned him about?
Despite his irritation with what she'd said, he managed to keep his voice calm. "Friends don't attack one another unless there was never a real bond there to begin with."