“So, Dean McKinnon said you enrolled with a friend?” This boy is intuitive. Unnervingly so. “Alice. She’s always wanted to come here.” He eyes me. “And you didn’t?” I blink, unsure how to respond, and he takes my silence as an answer. “Then why did you come?” “I’m a smarty-pants.” His scan of my face is quick, appraising. “Obviously,” he murmurs, “but
