Lothar, in the position of Mentor, had been sent to her, posing as a student, but really there to assimilate her into the pack.
…She remembered the day Lothar had walked into her high school homeroom, posing as an exchange student from Lithuania. He’d looked young enough for that at the time. Barely. They were both seniors. Lothar had stared at her for so long that Henry had threatened to have the football team hang him by his Italian leather belt from the bleachers. She’d calmed Henry down after school, promising she would never talk to Lothar again.
That had lasted about two hours.
Instinctively, she must have known he was like her…
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