Page 471 of Black Reign

“That makes it more educational.”

I point at him.

“You are part of the problem.”

“Yes.”

At least he's honest.

Pierre suddenly stops typing.

The room goes silent.

I know that silence.

It is the same silence Xavier gets when something clicks.

Same one I get.

Our son slowly leans toward the monitor.

“Oh.”

Xavier sits forward.

“What?”

Pierre doesn't answer.

He grabs the stylus beside the keyboard and begins writing across the digital pad.

Numbers.

Symbols.

Several things I cannot identify despite having married into a family that treats advanced mathematics like recreational reading.

I move closer.

“What is he doing?”

Xavier stands.

His expression changes.

That's when I become concerned.

“What?”

He doesn't answer.

“Xavier.”

Pierre fills another screen.

Then another.

Xavier walks behind him.