I looked around until I spotted Bark sitting two rows away, the hood of his SGU Ghosts sweatshirt pulled up and his face ducked low over his books. Almost like he could feel me staring, though, he looked up, and I gasped. The side of his face was a puffy, mottled purple, like he's run into something hard. Repeatedly. It could have been a football injury, but based on the way he glared at me, then skipped his gaze away again... yeah, I doubted it. Fucking Steele.
