Chapter 54

I watched calmly as the ginger colour haired girl took a deep breath and then heaved herself up. She took one glance at me.

I stuck out my right hand, "Jason Beckham."

She took a look at my outstretched hand and snorted, refusing to take it. Then she said, "I do not know what were talking about, Mr… Beckham. I certainly do not know about any cuffs or magic or werewolves or Vampires." She stood up shakily on her legs, packed her things and walked wobbly out of the door.

She was lying!

I knew she was lying.

She knew she was lying.

She knew that I knew she was lying!

What could she possibly be hiding from?

And what did she do to warrant cuffing?

Only one way to find out.

I walked out of the half opened door she had left behind and sauntered to professor Gilbert of History and Anthropology's office.

I had never been to his office before. I stood outside the door and could feel the cold strong draft of the air conditioner from within the office. Boldly written on gold letters was
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