Publisher's Synopsis
"I'm a tank," I admit, shrugging my shoulders. "No super cool powers like gravity or anything, just good old fashioned power. Or at least I will be," I add. "Dad says I'm still pretty breakable." "Maybe for him," Max drawls. "You're probably the one they'll send after me when we're older, aren't you?" "Really hard to crush a tank," I agree. Then I look at him, knowing that we both realize I'm the most vulnerable I'm going to be right now. He probably could beat me, and I think we both realize it. "I wonder if they've thought of that already," Max says. "I'm surprised we don't have adults panicking over me knowing you." "Are you going to kill me?" I ask.
