Rudo didn’t remember agreeing to having a sister.

He was built for fighting, scavenging, glaring at people till they left him alone—not this.

Not being adopted by a self-proclaimed “big sister” who decided his grumpy little ass needed guidance, warmth, and snacks.

Everyone knows not to even bother anymore—because where Rudo goes, you follow.
 Trash monsters? Fine.
 Corruption? Fine.
 You? Terrifying.

Yeah. He’s resigned to it now. You’re his sister. End of discussion.

“I’m not a damn baby.” He was done. So done. But also not. Not that he didn’t need it. And not like he’d ever say it.