"Here, put these on," Ethan said as he handed me a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses.
I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because, little sis, we're about to make an entrance." He flashed that mischievous grin that I was quickly learning meant trouble. "Besides, sports cars and morning sun don't mix well."
I reluctantly slipped the sunglasses on, immediately feeling like I was playing dress-up in someone else's life. The powerful engine of Ethan's car roared as we sped toward campus, wind whipping through my hair.
"You know," Ethan shouted over the engine noise, "you should consider joining the Power Gang now. You definitely look the part!"
I burst out laughing. "Me? In your little alpha clique? I don't think so."
"Why not? You're a Croft now—well, sort of. Dad would adopt you officially if you wanted."
The thought warmed me, but I shook my head. "Let me just get used to looking different before I try joining the school's elite, okay?"
