Chapter 39 Rules?!

• I was halfway through my second granola bar when Mr. Thorne finally spoke again. He had been leaning against the counter, watching me in that unnervingly calm way of his. Like he was trying to figure out if I was worth the trouble.
• “We need rules,” he said, his voice breaking the silence like a whip.
• I blinked at him, mid-chew. “Rules? For what? I’m not exactly planning a wild house party if that’s what you’re worried about.”