What it lacks in pizzaz, it makes up for in practicality,” I said, hoping Aislinn couldn’t hear how terrified I was. But she put her hand on my shoulder-the first time she’d ever touched me-and said, “You’ll be fine. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, Sophie Brannick, it’s that you are one tough little thing.”
I almost sad, “Sophie Mercer.” Instead I just said, “Thanks, um, Aunt Aislinn.”
She pulled her hand back. “Let’s not get carried away.”
“Right, sorry.

Author: Rachel Hawkins