I watched my classmates exit the commons area, doing my best to be okay with mine and Chace's history. The hunter was new to me but I wasn't to him. Pops said hunters marked us when we were young.
Since Christopher/Chace marked me, how long had he been around? Or had he just recently returned to bite me?
So many questions. None of them could be answered right now.
Should I consider him a stalker? Not that I could call the police. And Pops was aware of him. He'd told me to be careful.
As I walked over to dump my tray, I decided I had no idea what I was getting myself into with him.
***
The final three classes of the day were torture. Not because I wanted to drink the blood of my fellow classmates.
No.
I was agitated and couldn't stop thinking about Cindy, about revenant training
