Kaden tensed even harder, but he didn't jerk his arm away, and he barely heard her, his blood was rushing so loud in his ears. He knew what Barak had tried to do to Marcie, he knew how he treated Cin and terrified Ruth and hadn't forgotten all the times he'd made Kaden's own life a living hell, and he was crying for the bastard? What the fuck was wrong with him? "I hate him," he snapped, voice cracking and shaking. "Fucking evil bastard, I'm glad he's dead, fucking good!"