Lids fluttered to a close repeatedly, bewilderment evident along his brow at the riddle-esque words emanating from Harris. “⎯⎯⎯ sure, sounds great, as along as I’m not stuck here for detention.”
“You are in a constant state of detention, Stilinski. Between Mr.Finstock and I, you’re practically going to live at this school.” He paced in front of the boy’s desk like an animal trying to corner it’s prey. “Next time, maybe... Just maybe you should do your homework.”









