I sighed and flipped over my English exam. Last one of the semester, thank goodness. And my least favorite. Ms. Fiat looked at me over the rim of her glasses as I stood up and walked the line of desks to her.

Was that a smirk on her face when I handed in my paper? Likely. Which meant I'd not be receiving the best score from her. I was just happy to be done.

When I arrived at school and again found no Pain in sight, my worry notched up another gazillion levels. Blood ...