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Ms. Karp strode forward and grabbed Lissa's arm, forcefully turning her so that they faced each
other. I was there in a flash, ready to take action if Crazy Karp tried anything, though even I
had qualms about taking down a teacher.
"Nothing happened," said Ms. Karp in an urgent voice, her eyes wild-looking. "Do you hear
me? Nothing. And you can't tell anyone—anyone—about what you saw. Both of you. Promise
me. Promise me you won't ever talk about this again.”
Lissa and I exchanged uneasy glances. "Okay" she croaked out.
Ms. Karp's grip relaxed a little. "And don't ever do it again. If you do, they'll find out. They'll
try to find you." She turned to me. "You can't let her do it. Not ever again."
On the quad, outside my dorm, someone was saying my name.
"Hey, Rose? I've called you, like, a hundred times.”
I forgot about Ms. Karp and the raven and glanced over at Mason, who had apparently started
walking with me toward the dorm while I was off in la-la land.
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I'm out of it. Just…um, tired.”
"Too much excitement last night?”
I gave him a narrow-eyed look. "Nothing I couldn't handle.”
"I guess," he laughed, though he didn't exactly sound amused. "Sounds like Jesse couldn't
handle it.”
"He did okay.”
"If you say so. But personally, I think you've got bad taste.”
I stopped walking. "And I don't think it's any of your business.”