Ylva listened, colour draining from her face, and she turned her face away, putting the phone away, so he wouldn't see the tears in her eyes.
What had started out as a bit of a prank - spying on Max to see what he was playing at, anticipating a good laugh when he found out what she had been doing - no longer seemed funny.
"We can't let him do that," she murmured. "Micah - I have to stop him. He never used to be like that. If someone started trouble he'd finish it, but he was never - cruel. And I don't think he," she flushed a bit, "got off on it. Well no more than men usually do when using their fists to settle an argument."