Page 426 of Black Reign

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.”