Nick raised a hand, cutting off the rising storm before it could break.
"It's alright, Mum. I can handle it. The last thing I want is for Jeremy to call me pathetic because I can't do anything without your help."
His rejection was firm, almost gentle, but unyielding.
Lilith's eyes narrowed, but she let the matter slide, for now.
"Jeremy again," she muttered, a trace of irritation creeping into her tone.
"I wonder why you brothers hate each other so much."
She leaned back, crossing her arms, the motion accentuating the elegant lines of her form.
"I'm sorry, Mum, but you should understand what I mean."
"I do." She exhaled softly, the sound carrying centuries of patience worn thin.
"But at least I should have a peek at the person bold enough to disrespect my son."
Nick considered for a moment, then gave a small, reluctant nod.
