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Papa used to say that.

Not those exact words.

Close.

Senior's expression shifts into something almost reverent.

“You are very much like him.”

My chest hurts.

Then he adds:

“Better.”

I blink.

Xavier's answer comes immediately.

“I know.”

I turn.

He is leaning against the desk with his arms folded.

Proud.

Not subtle.

I roll my eyes.

“Could the Blackwell men admire me after I finish?”

Senior actually laughs.

Only once.

It changes his whole face.

I suddenly see where Xavier's dimple comes from.

I point.

“There.”

Both men look confused.

“The dimple.”

Senior immediately stops smiling.

Xavier's mouth curves.

“Genetic.”

“Tragic.”

“Sabine.”