during his time at bagsiath, brennan had hated you.

for one, you were xaden’s sibling. it wasn’t your fault that your brother was a brooding mess that pissed off nearly everyone around him, but it still reflected poorly onto you.

but his main reason? you stood him up in nearly every lesson. whether it was beating his time on the gauntlet by a few seconds or knowing just slightly more than him in lectures, you always managed to one up him.

after his supposed death he’d never thought he would see you again. he’d turned his attention to the rebellion, forgetting all about you… until xaden dragged a group of people from bagsiath to his house in tyrrendor, and you were one of them.

he lingered around the back of the group after his reunion with violet, arching a russet brow when you approached him.

then you punched him.

his amber eyes widened as he clutched his jaw, taking in the sight of you bristling. xaden chuckled from the other side of the group.

“what the fuck was that for?”

he hadn’t expected you to even remember him, it had been years since he’d last seen you. clearly you’d remembered him, and had dared he say missed him??