Zane ran through the hallway of the Wolfe estate like it was his personal racetrack, socks sliding on the marble floor as he shouted, "I'm faster than light, Mommy! Look at me!"
Talia leaned out from the kitchen, apron dusted with flour. "Zane Wolfe, if you crash into that antique vase again, you'll be slower than light in time-out."
From behind the living room couch, Luna popped her head up, her hair tied in twin puffs with glittery barrettes. She held a notepad and waved a crayon like a tiny professor. "I told him to wear grip socks, Mommy, but he said he wanted to fly."
Ethan, seated at the breakfast nook with a tablet, looked up with a smirk. "To be fair, he's almost airborne."
Zane skidded to a stop, panting. "I wasn't flying. I was training."
"For what?" Ethan asked, setting the tablet aside.
Zane puffed his little chest. "To be the fastest player in the world. And maybe a secret agent. Luna said I need multiple options."
