He smirked, towering over her as he leaned against the door frame, arms folded over his chest. He took his sweet time to take in her sight, her petite frame, her short height, how soft and delicate she looked- not his type, not the type of woman he liked.

Yet, the way she addressed him, all defiant and with a hint of insolence, it awakened something inside him.

"Your sister," He repeated, eyes never leaving hers. "The poor girl is still under the delusion that she's a part of this family."