You never cared that I was your sister before.โ โDidnโt I?โ His black eyes flicked up and down her. โOur fatherโs dead,โ he said. โThere are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.
Cassandra ClareSomething in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away
Cassandra Clare