"You don't need to be so resistant." Benjamin pushed Conner into the locker room. Even if there were only two people, the whole room still smelled of boys' sweat. The werewolf wrinkled up his nose, "I'm not trying to interfere in your business. I'm here for Kyle."
'Conor' adjusted the shoulder shields that were pushed out of place by Benjamin and looked warily at the guy in front of him. 'I didn't do anything to him!'
Benjamin shrugged. "Technically, yes, Ryan Gale." He walked to the rows of metal lockers, glanced around, and walked toward one of them, "But you took advantage of what he did. So you owe him one, don't you think so?"
Seeing Benjamin stopped, the brows of 'Connor' were pressed even closer. Because the place where Benjamin stood was the place where the real Connor died!
"Is it here?" Benjamin crouched down, touched the ground, and looked at Connor with a smile, "The place where you possessed Connor."
