Wylie's perspective:
Wylie sat awkwardly on the couch in Havenfield's living room. Sophie had asked him to come over. All she'd said was that she wanted to talk to him.

Aramis descended the stairs and paused when she saw Wylie. "Hello."

"Hey." He greeted her with a forced smile. He still wasn't sure they could trust her and besides that, the whole situation was just... weird.

Aramis strode to the doorway into the kitchen, but stopped, speaking over her shoulder. "You're her brother, aren't you?"

Wylie met her soft gaze and nodded.

She took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry." She entered the kitchen.

Wylie heard another set of footsteps coming down the stairs. The sound turned into what resembled a rockslide. That was Sophie.

She walked into the living room, her four bodyguards in tow.

She smiled half-heartedly at him and approached the couch. "Thanks for coming. I wasn't sure you would."

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked.

"Well," Sophie started, "we haven't always had the best relationship."

Wylie chuckled. "That was partially my fault."

"Partially?" Sophie prompted.

He rolled his eyes. "Come on. I can't take all the blame."

Sophie giggled. "I guess not."

Aramis walked through the room towards the stairs, pausing and raising an eyebrow at the two teenagers sitting on the couch.

Sophie blushed and smiled at the woman. "Good morning, Aramis."

"Miss Foster." She turned and went upstairs.

Sophie tugged at an eyelash and flicked it to the floor. "You know." She broke the awkward silence. "By adoption, we're technically siblings."

"What?!" Wylie almost choked on his own spit.

Sophie laughed.

He cleared his throat. "I don't think it works that way."

"What?" Sophie grinned. "Would I be THAT bad of a sister?"

"No." He clarified. "But I'm not Grady's son and... I'm technically not her biological brother."

Sophie placed a hand on his shoulder. "Family is about more than biology."

He smiled and met her gaze.

Sophie blushed and pulled her hand away.

Suddenly, the room got dark. Snow swirled wildly outside and iced over the window.

Sophie and Wylie rushed over to the door and threw it open.

The icy wind hit their faces, blowing snow into the house. A gust of wind caught the door and slammed it shut, colliding with Wylie.

He toppled backwards onto the floor. His nose was bleeding, the warm blood dripping down his upper lip.

He held his hand under his bleeding nostril. "It's her."