Page 486 of Black Reign

Xavier closes his eyes.

I look toward the ceiling.

There it is.

Romance.

The one security threat Blackwell men never seem capable of identifying until it is already inside the perimeter.

“What girl?” I ask.

Pierre looks back at the monitor.

“He won't tell me.”

“Then what are you looking for?”

“Schedule. Classes. Clubs. Maybe her address.”

“No,” Xavier and I say together.

Pierre startles.

“Not address,” Xavier says.

“Ever,” I add.

“I wasn't going to use it.”

“You weren't going to find it,” Xavier corrects.

Pierre's brows pull together.

“But—”

“No.”

He sinks slightly into the chair.

I look at Xavier.

Xavier looks at me.

Neither of us needs to say it.

Preston Asbury has recruited our kindergarten-aged son for romantic surveillance.

I point at Xavier.

“Your family.”

“My cousin.”

“Your side.”

“You taught Pierre to bypass school firewalls.”

“For educational purposes.”