Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

She had no idea what he could do. As much as I wanted to
take her up on the offer, I wouldn’t.
I let out a sigh, not finding my leather slacks anywhere.
Dammit, Arion.
“Come with me for a sec,” I told Isa.
Running my hand over Mikhail’s head on the way, I left
the room, still hearing Jade in the bathroom and chatting on
the phone as we passed. I followed the wall, down the long
hallway, past my father’s bedroom door and down to my
mother’s. Or what used to be my mother’s.
I entered Arion’s new bedroom—not hearing any shrieks
as I barged into her space, so she must not be in here—and
veered right, into the dressing room my mother and father used
to share.
“Search for black, leather skinny pants,” I told Isa and got
to work going around the room, touching fabrics on their
hangers for the familiar feel of my favorite thing in the world
to wear.
“Where’s the light?” Isabella asked.
But before I could answer, voices carried in from the other
room.
“Did you bring me something, Arion?” Damon said, and I
stilled.
“Shh,” I whispered Isa.
“A present,” I heard my sister say. “A little one.”
I felt my way over to the door on the other side of the
closet leading to my father’s old room. I hovered behind it as it
hung open a little, Isabella damn-near knocking me over as she
hid in back of me.
“How old is she?” he asked.
“However old you want me to be.”
That wasn’t my sister’s voice.