Chapter 42

• My heart flutters just thinking about him in there, on the other side of the door. Sitting at his desk with that furrowed brow, that concentrated look on his handsome face.
• I picture his large hand raising to his head, his long fingers running through his thick, dark blond hair streaked with white. I want to know what’s inside that pretty head. What is he thinking about? Is he thinking about me?
• Headmaster Graham is gentle and patient to a fault. I’ve been trying so hard to break him, to get a rise out of him.