“Then why’d she ask?” He raised a black brow at me.
“It’s good to have all the information I can get ahold of.” I grinned, blinking innocently. “Past information is always useful.”
“She’s got you there,” Pops came in and kissed Mom’s other cheek. His red hair was sticking up every which way. “Besides, I think her asking is showing a lot of initiative. That’s great for an agent.”
“Gavin’s got a point,” Mom told Dad as she fixed Pops’s hair.
“I didn’t even want Rune to go to the academy,” Dad muttered under his breath.
“But you let Tibby go,” I pointed out. “Encouraged it, even.”
He frowned. “But you’re my little girl.”
“And I’m your little boy,” Tibby teased.
Dad rolled his eyes.
“I think they should both have the same opportunity,” Pops said, his brown eyes glinting in the light as Mom finally smoothed his hair down.
“Agreed,” she said.
Dad huffed. “I just wish you wouldn’t put yourself in danger. Women agents deal with different kinds of dangers than men. I worry about your mother enough as it is.”
Pops snorted. “Sabine could kill anyone who looks at her wrong.”
“And Rune’s technically more lethal,” Tibby pointed out. “She can leak venom from anywhere on her body, and her special power is fucking scary.”
“You’re right,” Dad consented.
“He is.” I smirked, grabbing a jar of poison from my special cabinet and poured it over the melted butter on my toast with a smirk before placing it back and locking it up.
I walked over and bit into the toast, feeling the tang of the neurotoxin.
Dad and Pops glanced at me for only a moment before they registered what I was doing.
“Was that the new strand the lab was working on?” Pops asked.
“It was in the same bottle,” Dad choked out.
“Yes,” Mom confirmed. “It was.”
The new poison was more tangy than spicy, but it was still better than plain toast.
“Rune!”my dads barked.
It didn’t matter how long I’d been adding poisons to my food; theyalwaysfreaked out.
I scarfed one piece of toast down and snatched my other piece up as they leapt over a couple of chairs in an attempt to stop me from consuming the new neurotoxin that the lab had created.
Tibby and Mom were laughing as I bolted around the table, but I was too slow.
“Don’t eat so much of it!” Dad’s arms banded around my waist, and I shoved the rest of the toast into my mouth.
“At least wait until you see how you react!” Pops tried to pry my mouth open, but I swallowed the hefty mouthful with a painful gulp.
They groaned, letting me go with disappointed sighs.
“Rune, what if youhadreacted to that one?” Pops asked, crossing his arms.
