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driving the unwary to utter madness. They really made no sense in anyone’s world except whatever drunken lunatic had initially placed them on the doors for some kind of sick mind game.
    As much as Nick hated himself for the compassion, he found himself wandering over to the warthog. “You need help?”
    â€œRoom 114?” Nathan scratched his head. “Shouldn’t it be right here, between 112 and 115?” He gestured at the red lockers where a door ought to be. “But then I can’t find room 113, either.”
    â€œThat’s because 113 is the gym.”
    Nathan scowled. “Huh?”
    â€œExactly. Ours is not to question why. It’s merely to go to class and try not to cry.” Nick laughed at the truly confounded expression on the kid’s face. “Welcome to St. Richard’s of the Severely Dyslexic and Homicidally Crazed. Room 114 is the biology lab. Down the hall, to the right. Next to the bathroom and across from room 130. ’Cause that makes all the sense in the world, to absolutely no -body .”
    He shot one brow north.
    â€œYeah … don’t ask. Logic and sanity waved bye-bye to this place a long time ago. Why you think they call it an institution?”
    Nathan laughed. “Guess so. Thanks.”
    â€œNo problemo .”
    He held his hand out toward Nick. “I’m Nathan, by the way.”
    â€œNick.” With a slight bit of hesitation, he shook his hand. Though now that he was close to the guy, he didn’t know why he’d been so weird earlier. Nathan seemed okay, except for the fact that he was the same six foot four height and Nick rather liked towering over other people.
    He had so little ego in most things that it was the one and only thing he could normally take pride in that no one, other than Acheron, Xev, and Papa Bear Peltier could take away from him. And Acheron and Papa Bear positively dwarfed his Cajun hide. At almost seven feet in height, the two of them were truly giants in the modern world.
    Nick squinted at Nathan. There weren’t any horns hiding in that mass of thick dark blond hair. No other warning bells went off as their skin touched. His blue eyes were clear and normal. Intelligent, not demonesque. No diamond-shaped pupils.
    No pimples, either, rank dog.
    And of course, the punk was better dressed. But then, who wasn’t? Since Cherise Gautier thought these tacky, heinous Hawaiian shirts of the middle-aged tourist kept her only son out of trouble—and they definitely were the best birth control ever invented ’cause no female looked at him and thought, hey, gotta get me some of that —Nick wore them with as much pride as he could muster.
    For the record, that amount of pride would fit onto the tip of a flea’s needle.
    Dropping his hand, Nathan glanced past Nick’s shoulder to where Kody and Caleb were waiting. “Yeah, Kody told me you were her boyfriend. Sorry if I pissed you off earlier. I had no idea. But I should have known that a girl that pretty would have been taken. I was just kind of hoping, you know?”
    Nick would have felt a little better had Nathan not dropped his gaze meaningfully down to his garishly orange glow-in-the-dark shirt. But he was man enough to take it. Besides, if the school lost power, this shirt doubled as a glow stick.
    Who would feel the fool then?
    â€œSorry I overreacted.”
    Nathan snorted. “It’s okay. I get it. I’m the new kid in town and I overstepped. Won’t happen again. I promise.”
    Yeah, dang straight on that.
    The bell rang.
    With a sharp, nervous twitch, Nathan shifted his books. “Down the hall? Right side? Across from 130?”
    â€œThat’s it.”
    â€œThanks again.”
    As Nathan left, Nick had that feeling that he’d lived this moment before. A phantom memory that hung just at the edge of his mind. Teasing and annoying. He could see the faintest outlines of it. But the harder he