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!