“What are you doing?” Shawn asks gruffly, not a trace of humor to be seen in the hard planes of his face. She’s tall for her age, but he towers over her. She blows a raspberry and crosses her arms as she juts her chin up at him. “Just chillin’. Killin’. You know how it goes. What’s up with you?” Shawn blinks unimpressed. And then in a move that throws me for a loop, he reaches up and flicks her point-blank in the forehead. Her grin only grows.
