“You wanted to see me, sir?” Demetrius walked into the classroom with a defiant look in his eyes. Under any other circumstance, he would’ve ignored the order entirely but the boy couldn’t shake the growing connection this man was attempting to cultivate with Jamie. There was a plan brewing below the surface, one that threatened to spiral uncontrollably if he couldn’t gain a firm grasp on it and it wasn’t a risk he was willing to ignore. “Ah, Finley. Nice of you to join me,” Carlton said, remaining at his desk. “Get to the point; why are you here?” In the absence of his classmates, it became easier to catch the man’s scent. Demetrius bristled at the familiar scent of clandestyne, seeing now that his scepticism had been warranted. “Is that any way to speak to a superior officer?” The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a badge that he tossed onto the desk. “Take it, then address me again.” Demetrius hesitated before reaching for th
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