Michael Reese.
I sat there in the living room while Hayden called the school to take leave for today. I knew Principal Summer wouldn’t oppose the idea, as for sure they wanted him to befriend me.
These fools.
Hayden returned to the living room, looking nervous, and I figured he must be wary of my presence. He looked almost vulnerable, fidgeting around as if I would eat him alive. He seemed hesitant to say what’s on his mind, and I find it very annoying.
“Ask away, Hayden,” I said as I leaned on the comfortable couch.
“I think you know what I want to say.” He finally mumbled under his breath, and I could sense his irritation about the matter. “I know you can read my mind, and I’m now certain that you harmed Rick Dawson, and that there is no protection spell.”
My lips curved upward, a
