Page 483 of Black Reign

Only smaller.

And currently missing one front tooth.

I lean against the doorway.

“Pierre.”

Nothing.

“Pierre Sabine Blackwell.”

The typing stops.

Very slowly, he turns.

“Yes, Maman?”

There is innocence in his voice.

That means crime.

“What are you doing?”

“Coding.”

“What are you coding?”

His eyes flick toward the screen.

Then back to me.

“Something.”

I walk into the room.

He immediately minimizes a window.

Interesting.

“Open it.”

“No.”

I stop.

He blinks.

I blink.

Apparently my almost-six-year-old has decided today is the day we test boundaries.

“Pierre.”

“It is private.”

“Nothing involving my network is private when you're five.”

“I'll be six in nineteen days.”