Twenty-three – Two weeks Detention.

Henry’s POV

The door slammed close as Clayton walked off to search for the seller. I glared at Fred, sitting prettily at the cell.

He had fought my warriors before he let himself be arrested. I needed to get information from him on this problem before my mom sees her favorite nephew in here. It’s not like she’d do much, just that she’d feel burdened.

“You know Devon, don’t you?”

I must have spoken to myself. He didn’t even look up to me. If he wasn’t in a cell, I’d have slapped his head.

“Fredrick! You know Devon, don’t you?”

He snickered, “You accuse me...