“There’s eight of you, right?” I counted off the names I knew. “Sebastian, the oldest, then Zane—” Brock took over. “Then me, then Baxter, the football player, then Canaan and Corin the identical twins, who are currently in Germany on tour with their band, then Lucian, who’s kind of a weird and mysterious guy, but cool if you can get him to open up, then Xavier the baby.”
