Eward gave a short, cold laugh shaking his head as he paced the library. He was fuming but it was ironic - Lysander had no idea Katherine had written it nor the reason Eward had thrown it. "Too right it's not," he spat, not really wanting to speak to his brother. Things were still odd between them and the idea Lysander was back from the dead still hadn't really settled with him. How could it? "It's the dregs of society..."