"What happened is I threw a chair. I thought it might make me feel better." The words were petulant, the delivery far from it.
Drystan faced her, slowly, his jaw set and his eyes narrowed. He saw Brian, wanted to go to his son, but restrained himself, because that would calm him, yes, but it would fog the issue, keep him from dealing with the ones causing the fit of temper he couldn't remember feeling in years.
"I've answered your questions. Now perhaps you'll return the courtesy."
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