Some Kind of Perfect (Calloway Sisters #5)

by Krista Ritchie

“Connor Cobalt,” Lo answers without hesitation. “He’s Connor fucking Cobalt, and whatever powers he has, they’re all his own.”

Sweet Disposition by the Temper Trap starts playing, the ringtone set for Ryke.

I have a theory that, together, sisters can do extraordinary, miraculous things. People will underestimate us, undervalue us, maybe even forget us, but together, together—we succeed.

hear the smile in his voice. Hot-Tempered Triad. That’s the damn name.

And then we end—we end where we started. Just us. All six of us.