It only took one syllable of a word, more of a sound really, for Mallory to recognize her sister. Before she even finished shouting Oi Mal was sighing into the magazine. These days Sam was so terribly happy that it was painful to be around. Of course in 2001 Mal had been the same way, she and Kyle had been horribly affectionate newlyweds. So she attempted to put on her best smile for her little sister, Sam deserved that at least.
Raising a perfectly sculpted black brow she eyed her sister while slowly, deliberately closing the magazine. “Tyrant? I do pay you don’t I? I’m told it is not wise to tease those who control your gold income.” A soft sigh slips from her lips and tosses her hair over her shoulder, forcing herself to loose the acidic tone, Sam didn’t deserve that. “But seriously, what are you doing here? I was certain you had the day off.”