" Skye—are you here to meet your stepsister?”
My eyes fly to his. “Why? Have you seen her tonight?”
I brace myself for another devastating grin, but his face is serious now. “No, honey. Did you?”
The way honey sounds on his tongue makes it difficult for the rest of his words to penetrate.
“Um, no? But if you move your surprisingly large, tank-like self, I could go outside and try to find her.”
And wouldn’t you know? That’s when he flashes me the blinding smile, and no grade of armor is strong enough to withstand it. "

― Sarina Bowen , Fireworks (True North, #6)