"Well, believe it, because I'm sick of everyone's sh.it," I replied.
"Clearly," he mused.
I didn't respond. I held firm. Anders needs to know that I'm not fu.cking around.
"Perhaps I should speak with your parents and go from there," Anders said.
"Okay, so speak," I replied, not moving.
"Alone would be nice," he said. "It's been a while since I last saw my brother."
"Yeah, fu.cking right," I stated incredulously. "Either I shoot you in the head, or you convince me that Pierce and Kieran are safe. There is no in between, no waiting, no nothing. Those are your options. Decide."
"And how do you propose I convince you of that?" Anders asked.
I shrugged.
"That's your problem to figure out," I replied.
Anders laughed, sounding genuinely amused.
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