"No, I'm not desperate to get rid of you, what the hell is wrong with you?" Tristan asked, not moving even as his brother squared up to him. "And like hell am I scared of you. I have other things to be scared of. You're LOW on he list, kid," he chuckled, though his eyes were narrowed. "You are going to school. Whatever you say or do, kid, you're going to school this year. Ok?"