"Royal and Baron?" Saber said in a quiet rumble. "You're Ink's boys."
"That's us," Baron replied, not losing the grin. "And you're Drake Saber."
"Drake Saber?" Mr. Cleary whispered. "You're Drake Saber?"
"I can see my reputation precedes me," Saber said.
"That's because you're the s**t, man," Baron said.
"Baron!" Mr. Cleary said. "You will not use that language."
"Oh, shove it, Donny," Baron replied. "No one is interested in your opinion."
"Would you like me to get your parents down here?" the principal asked.
"You can do that if you wish," Royal told him, brushing off some imaginary lint. "Ink might be interested in hearing what's going on here."
"I will call your stepmother. Don't think I won't."
Both boys stiffened.
Royal leaned forward and she tensed. Wow. For someone who wa
