With my mind set on destroying Knox, I headed into the school ready for the day. First-period Chemistry with Dr. Johnston is always a pleasure, I thought as I rolled my eyes so hard I worried they might get stuck staring at the front of my brain. Knox was leaning back in a chair with his legs propped up on the workbench in front of him. My workbench. The one I sat at—alone. What the heck is he doing?
Chapter Four
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