Not that it mattered. I couldn’t concentrate on a single word Gunderman uttered. Anatomical vulnerabilities of demons, the boiling point of fiend’s blood, a hundred and one ways to shield your Watcher against demonic energies… It went in one ear and out the other. All I could think about was Jack. The silk of his hair, the lingering scent of him, like soft rain and warm sugar. About midway through class, I looked down to discover that the margins of my notebook were littered with vines and flower doodles. So, so lame. I closed the notebook and shoved it away. A thousand questions still pressed their way into my brain, the same questions that had been lurking since Lisa first mentioned the Graymason. Who could orchestrate something like this? Who would want to? Did it have something to do with the war? If so, why kill instructors? They were nobodies—a few class lecturers and a glorified hall monitor. Lutz was the only one with any real influence, and that was tenuous at best.
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