“Luhan was staring at me.  He was cocked back in a chair in his blue suit and dark orange tie, some sophomore girl in a low-cut dress nibbling on his neck, and he was staring at me.  Why?  Why was he looking at me like I was the gravy and he was the biscuit?  Had we not locked eyes just the other night in the OVC parking lot when he was making his getaway?  Did he not know that I knew he was an of the first order?”   Kim Hana would rather be in Busan.  She