June's Perspective As I move around my cramped room, shoving my heavy textbooks and laptop charger into my backpack, my mind is still racing. I am trying to focus, but I keep thinking about the weird, hazy fever dreams I've had concerning my father over the past few days. I pause, staring blankly at my desk. I'm so tempted to turn around and tell Fenris about them, about the strange feelings and the disjointed visions, but I bite my tongue. I'm terrified he'll think I'm completely crazy. Plus, they were probably just normal stress dreams fueled by whatever Jason drugged me with. Nothing else, I reassure myself silently. Just dreams. I shake my head to clear the thoughts and bend over to reach for my favorite pens that fell under my desk. Smack. I gasp, feeling a sharp, sudden sting on my ass. I instantly stand up and whip around. Fenris is standing right behind me, a wicked, unrepentant grin spreading
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