"Hey! You idiot!"
It was the sound of a woman's voice, a familiar one.
Ian swiveled in his office chair, turning just in time to see his sister striding through the door, a pissed off grin on her face.
"Glyn—"
"Shove your pleasantries down your throat." She yanked off one of her shoes and flung it. Ian didn't dodge, letting it slam right into his head.
"Ouch," he mumbled flatly.
He tilted his head toward Killian, who was behind her. "Didn't I tell you not to provoke her? She loses her temper like a wild animal. You know that."
Killian raised his hands in defense. "I didn't even do anything! Sir, this is all on you."
Glyn crossed her arms.
"I've told you to stop calling me around whenever you like and on such short notice, too," she snapped. "Three days' notice? Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea how hard it was to sneak past our father? Unlike you, he'd never let me come over to this human side. I almost couldn't even cross that stupid barrier."
