Chapter Thirty-Two
Dylan had never been interested in tutoring, but now he knew he hated it after trying to keep Emma focused. Every time he tried to bring her attention to the subject they were working on, she’d only listen for five minutes before changing the conversation and asking irrelevant questions. Most were about him. What did he do when he went home every day? Whether he preferred public school or training with Will. If one of his parents shared his bizarre eye color. He would keep his responses brief and vague while trying to get her back on track. It was like trying to get a toddler with ADHD to stay still. After an hour of trying, he slammed the book closed. “Do you actually even want to study or did you bring me here to f**k with me?” He asked. Her mouth hung open at his loud outburst. “Of
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