" push up your hair," I told Carter. " I need to paint your forehead."
" I'm not plunging to my death with LOSER painted on my head! "
He pushed his hair out of the way. I painted the glyphs for fire and shield on his forehead, and immediately my brother burst into flame.
I know—it was like a dream come true and a nightmare, all at once. He danced around, spewing some very creative curse words before realizing the flame wasn't hurting him.
