The warm sunlight spilling through the window flickered for a moment as the train passed whistling under one of London's stone bridges. Evie frowned as the shadows danced over the page she had just turned to, but this was nowhere near as distracting as the sudden thud of someone landing on the roof overhead.
She sighed quietly and shifted in her armchair, staring only at the book propped open on her knee and pointedly ignoring her brother’s clattered entrance into the car.
"There's a letter for you," she said coolly, not bothering to look up as Jacob pushed back his hood and dropped onto the bed across from her. He had already propped his boots up on the arm of her chair before she could object, and he only smiled innocently at the glare she darted at him.
“Good morning to you too, sister,” the younger Frye said languidly, his smirk cut short as Evie deftly elbowed his legs out of her reading space. “What, not going to badger me about which pillar of society I