Aura made a soft, unimpressed sound. "He's going to deal with it," she said, but her voice turned worried a moment later as they stepped out into the crisp, cool night. "He needs help, Pierce," she said with a knowing shake of her head. "He has so much hurt and anger built up over his brother, and our parents." She cocked her head to the side curiously. "Do you think finding them would help? Maybe if he punched our father in the face it would help," she suggested.
She would have continued, but she saw Simon in the distance, bent over a nearby bench, and she pulled on Pierce's sleeve. Then Simon roared, and she stopped dead and looked over at Pierce before dragging him forward again.
She stopped at the end of the bench, but she didn't say anything.