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the open chair across from me and slouched back lazily. “So, how was your summer?”
    “It was good,” I replied noncommittally. “Just no rmal stuff. Work. Beach. Food. Bonfires.”
    “Boys, or specifically one, to be precise,” Mark teased again.
    “You’re so interested in Aric that it’s starting to make me wonder if you want to date him,” I shot back. “I don’t think he’s into that, though. I’ll ask if you want.”
    Mark looked properly chagrined. “Point taken.”
    “Good.”
    “So, anything else going on?” Mark asked the quest ion but lowered his gaze so he wouldn’t have to make direct eye contact. I knew what he was getting at.
    “Nope. Nothing else.”
    “Oh, well that’s good.” He said the words, but looked a little disappointed.
    “How about with you? How is your little monster group?”
    Mark shifted uncomfortably. “They’re fine.”
    “Good.”
    “You know, they’re not as bad as you think.”
    “How do you know what I think?” I challenged.
    “You’ve made your feelings pretty obvious,” Mark smirked. “You think the academy is evil.”
    “Evil is a strong word,” I said. “I think the group is … mi sguided.” I refused to call it the academy – that just seemed pretentious.
    “Misguided?”
    “Yeah. Monsters aren’t born. They’re made.”
    “I don’t know what you mean,” Mark hedged.
    “I don’t believe that just because you’re born different – or might be changed into something different – that means you’re automatically bad.”
    “We’re talking about vampires and werewolves her e,” Mark lowered his voice and glanced around nervously. No one was paying attention to us, though.
    “So?”
    “So, by their very nature, they’re evil.”
    “They’re not evil,” I countered. “One could argue that trying to kill something because you don’t understand it makes you the evil one.”
    Mark frowned, his brown eyes flashing anger for a second before fading to dull disinterest. “What about Zach? He was definitely evil.”
    Zach, Mark’s former roommate, had been a sphinx. To survive, h e had been draining the life force of girls – and burying their corpses in the woods -- for decades. After attacking Paris and me the previous semester, he had been removed to parts unknown. I had serious doubts he was still alive.
    “Zach made a choice to become what he was,” I pointed o ut. “That’s different. Evil is evil. There is evil in every group but not every group is made up of entirely evil people.”
    “But supernaturals seem to have more evil than everyone else,” Mark argued.
    “Really? I bet humans could give them a run for their money.”
    “How do you figure?”
    “Adolf Hitler. David Koresh. Timothy McVeigh. Joseph Stalin. Charles Manson. John Wayne Gacy. They were all evil – and they were human.”
    “That’s different, though,” Mark countered. “They were exceptions.”
    “And you don’t think the supernatural population can have exceptions?”
    Mark considered the question. “It’s possible.”
    “I’m not telling you how to think, Mark,” I sighed. “I’m asking you not to let them tell you how to think.”
    “I know,” Mark said. “It’s just so … it’s just such a mess. I feel like I’m being pulled in opposite directions.”
    “Yeah, well, life is a mess sometimes.”
    “Well, onto happier topics; how do you like your new roommates?”
    “They seem fine,” I replied evasively.
    “Oh, well, that’s convincing,” Mark laughed. “What’s wrong with them?”
    “Nothing,” I replied hurriedly.
    Mark waited for me to continue, watching me knowingly. Well, I might as well not disappoint him.
    “It’s just that Matilda is boy crazy. I mean boy crazy. She’s after e very guy on campus, I swear.”
    “Too bad I’m taken,” Mark mused.
    I narrowed my eyes suspiciously in his direction.
    “Hey, she’s hot.” Mark’s face colored with embarrassment.
    I shook my head wearily. “She’s