I ground the cigarette butt into the back of his hand.
Amid the sizzle of scorching flesh and Frederick's shriek, I grabbed his chin and forced his face toward mine.
"You think I don't know? You spoke to my mother alone before she died. I haven't even settled that score with you yet—so don't push me."
"Roland! Have you lost your mind?! He's your brother!"
My father slammed his palm on the table. Astrid rushed to pull the sobbing Frederick into her arms, shooting me a venomous glare.
I dusted off my hands with a dry laugh.
"My mother only gave birth to one son. Where exactly did this so-called 'brother' come from?"
I turned to my father, voice flat. "You know my temper. You want to throw a wedding for these two and officially announce what they are? Go ahead. I dare you. I'll have people tear the whole thing apart before the vows are spoken. Try me."
Perhaps because I was still the Henson family's son-in-law, my father and Astrid's faces twisted with barely suppressed fury.
But before either could respond, a familiar voice cut through from behind me.
"With me here, I'd like to see who dares."
Rosemary strolled in, one hand tucked casually in her pocket.