You’re apprenticing under the Director of the G-Men?” said Jake the next morning at breakfast. He whistled. “That’s pretty cool. She’s really famous. And powerful.”
Looking up from my half-eaten pancakes, I glared at Jake. “I thought you were afraid of her.”
“She is kind of scary,” Jake conceded, “but she’s also powerful and really experienced. She’s not as cool as Radicles, but you still ended up with a pretty good super to apprentice under.”
I scowled. I was so offended by what Jake said that I didn’t say anything. I just stuffed more of the cafeteria’s fat, fluffy pancakes drenched in syrup into my mouth and chewed on them angrily.
“I’m with your brother on this,” said Barrett, who sat across from me. He cut off a piece of his sausage patty and popped it into his mouth in one smoot
