“And because there’s one of Carter and ten of us,” Theodore added. “Not even the gods can make that math work.” “Gods?” Sophia clucked her tongue. “No. But Sigmas? If anyone can anticipate and counteract the needs of ten aggro dudes, it’s a Sigma.” Isobel snorted, and Sophia sent her a wink, flipping her shiny black bob in a flourish. “Far as I’m concerned, one Sigma is absolutely equal to ten Alphas.”
