"I distinctly remember telling your ass to leave Max alone. That was the condition, and what do I catch less than a week later? My little brother had a talk with Store Brand Count Chocula. Fucker." Erin shakes her hand; that hurt her knuckles, as all good punches should. "And before you say some weasel shit about 'under duress', that's kinda the fuckin' context of making peace."