“You only look calm,” Nate said, cutting the wheel sharply, skidding onto gravel. “Inside, you’re seething.”
to know my visage remained composed, even if it didn’t fool my brother.
The first thing I’d learned about facing monsters, especially human
ones, was not to show emotion.
“It bugs you that I’m the one anointed with the magical advantage for once, while you’re relegated to backup.”
He needed to believe that. I needed him to. If it’s a competition, Nate always charges ahead.
“No, not really.” He’d take my truth for fallacy.
“Okay, sure.” He laughed, pointing us confidently toward death.