"I like music, but clubs aren't really my thing. I usually end up hugging the wall all night and wasting the money I spent on the cover charge."

Now that Echo was really looking at the blonde, something seemed amiss, but she couldn't put her finger on what. The smell of flowers lingered, and she wondered if the blonde was wearing some sort of perfume. Maybe it was the eyes, the directness of her gaze.

Wait. Brother. A brother who worked at a club. The hybrid's expression brightened.

"Are you James' sister?"