"Aren't you a little too scary-looking to be so charming?" I snapped, crossing my arms.
The room went still. Oscar slowly turned his head, his brow raised. We locked eyes, and I remained completely unbothered. Funny how as soon as the anger hits, all my nerves vanish.
"Scary-looking?" he asked.
"Yeah, scary-looking," I repeated. "I can't imagine your lackluster, cliché charm actually ever works."
There were several snorts behind Oscar, and his smile faltered just a tad.
"Aren't you a little too mouthy for someone just learning about the family?" he asked.
I saw Mom tense out of the corner of my eye, but I spoke before she could.
"Aren't you a little old to be picking on your brother and niece?" I countered.
Oscar glared at me for a moment.
"They weren't kidding about you," he mumb
