But she had to keep Little Fete calm. That was her top priority, her brother. Her blank-faced, helpless, unloving brother. She resented him. He had turned her into a mother at age fourteen. It wasn't right. This should be her time to shine, to be bold. This was her time to use ler intellect, that supposedly great gift. Instead, she was a babysitter Astrid and Little Pete were shewn, with mock courtesy, into a classroom. It wasn't one of Astrid's classes but might as well have been. Everything was achingly familiar: books open on desks, walls festooned with student artwork and projects. "Have a seat. Read a book, if you want" Diana said. "I know you like that kind of thing" Astrid hefted one of the books. "Yes, fourth-grade math. I love that kind of thing" "You know, I really dislike you" Diana said. Drake leaned against a wall and smirked. "Of course you dislike me," Astrid said. "I make you feel inferior" Diana's eyes (lashed. "I don't feel inferior to anyone" "Really?
