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I had never been in detention before. My record was the finest in all of America, and it was one of the only things I was extremely proud of.
But the opportunity of having Asher alone in a room, where he couldn’t run away for a few hours while I tried to get more answers from him, certainly seemed worth it.
Besides, if the admission’s office of Harvard asked about the single outlier in my record, I could just tell them that I was carrying out an investigation into werewolves. That was surely something he’d never heard before.
The class was unbelievably quiet. When I walked in, there were only four people there. Asher was sitting at the far corner, staring up at ceiling and just looking like a sexy, bored model who was waiting for his next photoshoot. Beside him was a girl I reme
