Page 473 of Black Reign

He is now drawing a dragon on the margin of his proof.

“No.”

Xavier's mouth twitches.

“I think he solved it.”

I swear loudly in French.

Pierre looks up.

“Maman.”

“Sorry.”

“You said the bad one.”

“I know.”

Xavier looks far too amused.

I point at him.

“This is your fault.”

“My genetics alone didn't produce this.”

“I was normal.”

He looks at me.

I reconsider.

“Comparatively.”

“Better.”

Pierre pushes the stylus aside.

“Can I have a biscuit?”

I stare at him.

“You just solved a twenty-year mathematics problem.”

He shrugs.

“I'm hungry.”

Xavier reaches for his phone.

I grab it.

“No.”

He looks at me.

“What?”