Sterrin could feel a tightness in her stomach, a little pinch of unease that said Callan was somewhere near by. She didn't know how she could always feel him, she assumed it had something to do with his ability being somewhat similar to hers, but she didn't question it. It was an aspect of herself that worked. She put her hand on Erin's hip to pull her closer when suddenly her brother was there.
"Jesus, Dec," she said as she took a step back from Erin. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Sorry," Declan said, looking a little tense. "Hi, Erin," he nodded to Erin, then looked back at Sterrin. "You should leave. He's here and he's looking for you."
Sterrin's stomach dropped. "Damn it, Dec..."
"What?" he said, putting his hands in the air. "You said you'd be at the Flamingo, we aren't at the Flamingo, are we?"
"Fine." She turned to Erin and was about to open her mouth when there was a low, Scotish draw in her ear.
"Hello Angel," Callan purred, looking from her to Erin. "I knew I'd catch up with you eventually."