Did this woman do anything but cry? Instead of getting angry as Brett tended to do, he felt himself softening. Her defensiveness. She’d been

Brett Poole watched the young woman stumble down the steps. Automatically he pushed his glasses back into place. Despite what Dr. Oxendine s

Brett sat in the back of class, fuming. Tristan had gotten him again. Tristan’s blood! Why won’t he leave me alone?