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even better, more quality time spent with Richardson. Just the thing he wanted to add to his Christmas list—right after a vicious attack of intestinal misery.
    Why couldn’t a demon come for him now and gut him? Suck him into some grisly hellmouth … That he’d actually welcome. Heck, after the morning he’d had, he might not even fight it.
    Closing his eyes, he summoned his silkspeech powers for a solo try. “But the bell hasn’t rung yet.”
    Richardson froze for a full second. Then she blinked. “I’ll see you at three o’clock.”
    Crap. It hadn’t worked. Big surprise there. And it offered further proof that Richardson wasn’t human.
    Irritated, he took the slip of paper from her hand while she glared at Nekoda.
    “And you, Ms. Kennedy. One more and you’ll be joining Mr. Gautier’s after-school detention.”
    “It’s pronounced ‘Go-shay,’” Nick said, correcting her “Gah-tee-aaa.” He hated whenever people mispronounced his name.
    “Of course it is.” Could her tone be any more snide? “How could I forget that backwoods Cajun is a corruption and affront to the beautiful French language.”
    And she despised Cajuns with a passion. Something she let everyone know, which begged the question of why the woman lived in New Orleans, home of the Cajuns. One of his ancestors must have run over her cat or something when she was a kid … nine hundred years ago by the looks of her.
    At least that was probably the last time that thing she wore for a dress was in fashion.
    In spite of the fact he knew he’d pay for it later, Nick gave her his most charming grin. “ Quoi d’autre?, cher.” What else, dear? “Laissez les bons temps rouler! ” Let the good times roll. The motto of New Orleans and his own personal credo.
    He winked at her. Richardson was now fuming at him as he went to his seat behind Caleb, who was rolling his eyes at Nick.
    Nick set his heavy backpack down on the floor, and couldn’t resist one last taunt. “Ain’t no Bouki here, cher . Me and my bele gonna pass a good time at lunch. It don madda to moi . I done brought me a boucanée gator po’ boy and some fraîche beignets for eats. Yum!”
    The hideous grimace on her face was something she must have copied from a gargoyle. “That’ll be enough, Mr. Go-chay. Or I’ll add another day to your detention.”
    Don’t do it. Sit down and shut up, Caleb said in his head.
    But Nick couldn’t stop himself. “Go-shay,” he corrected her pronunciation again.
    “What was that?” Richardson asked haughtily. “Oh, I know.” She narrowed her mousy eyes on him through her dark-tinted glasses. “The sound of another detention day added. I’m so glad I’ll have someone to clean my room for me tomorrow afternoon, too.”
    Oh, he wanted to shove that smug smile down her throat.
    Grinding his teeth, he sat down.
    I told you. Didn’t I tell you?
    He glared at Caleb.
    Kody patted his shoulder before she went to her seat on the opposite side of the room. Stone turned around in his desk to mock Nick with silent laughter.
    One day, you crotch-sniffing freak, I’m going to have the powers to send a shock bolt at you and watch as you lose control of your form. Yeah, that would be hilarious. Stone lying naked in the hallway, flashing back and forth from human to wolf form. And with any luck it’d make Richardson have a coronary.
    Talk about a twofer …
    Nick returned Stone’s glare. Though he physically appeared to be fifteen, Stone was a werewolf who, in actuality, was in his late twenties. Since Stone’s people didn’t age the way humans did, they were kept at home a lot longer before being sent to school, which was supposed to teach them how to interact with humans. But even with those extra years of home training, Stone wasn’t any more mature than a human teen.
    Wait. What was he saying? Stone functioned on the level of a socially stunted five-year-old.
    And Stone, because of his father’s money and the fact that he played on