Artemis Hawke and her brother may not get along all the time, but damn do they try.
Carver was the one who taught his older sister to wield a staff like a lance and not just a fancy prop for her magic. They were sparring one day when he lost his footing and she struck him on the nose. She’d laughed at him while he cursed and tried to stop the bleeding. When she was done laughing, she’d grabbed a knife, and given herself a matching cut.
“Now we match, too.”