Good morning! How about a little Silverlight teaser from Magnus Tyrix's point of view?

Sweet goddess, she was angry. Kymber unsheathed her sword in a blur and headed straight for her brother.

Portis slipped in the loose stones, righted himself, and flew like a harrier hawk toward the safety of the house. He slammed the front door in her face; she buried Promise at least an inch deep in the wood as it closed.

“I’m going to count to five, Portis. If the door is not open by that time, it’s coming down.” Kymber took short, agitated steps back and forth on the wrap-around porch. “One!”

I put my right foot up on the steps and retied my boot as tightly as I could. Portis wasn’t about to open the door, not when she’d drawn her weapon. I wouldn’t have either. She was as furious as I’d ever seen her, that day by the fountain notwithstanding. We would no doubt have to kick the door down.

“Two!”

There was no response from inside. If he wasn’t in there searching for a way to escape his murderous sister, he was a damned fool. Then again, I’d never thought much of Portis. He was a lazy, whining slug, but I kept my thoughts to myself for Kymber’s sake. She’d loved them all at one time.

“Three!” Cheeks flushed with righteous anger, Kymber gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and glared at the door.

“Portis, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll open the damned door,” I called out.

Kymber’s nostrils flared. “Four!” She punctuated the count by slamming Promise into the wood again.

I moved up on the porch beside her. “We’ll go on your word,” I said. She nodded.