Dimitri looked thoughtful. “Oh, she’d do it. She’s always had a soft spot for him. Everyone seems to.” “No,” I said stubbornly. “Not everyone. There’s a split. Half condemn him and write him off as useless like his dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say, ‘Well, that’s Adrian.’” Sonya studied me carefully, a trace of that amusement returning. “And you?” “I don’t think he should be babied or disregarded. If you expect him to do great things, he will.”
