A new student was
brought into our homeroom. Supposedly his name is Connor Devin, and the story
we were told is that he had just moved to the area. They didn’t tell us where
he lived before, and Devin didn’t volunteer the information, but I knew where
he really came from. Hell. Because Connor Devin is a demon. And I know it’s no
accident that he was put in my homeroom—not with the way he took a desk one row
directly behind me, and not with the way I could feel his demon eyes burning
into the back of my neck. And for the pièce de résistance. He’s in every
single class I’m in. Every single damn one!
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