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"So, admit it," he said. "You killed the fox. You're trying to convince Kirova you're crazy so
that you can get out of here again.”
"Screw you," I told him in a low voice.
"Are you offering?”
"From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.
"Wow," he said mockingly. "You have changed. Last I remembered, you weren't too picky
about who you got naked with.”
"And the last I remember, the only people you ever saw naked were on the Internet.”
He cocked his head in an overly dramatic fashion. "Hey, I just got it: it was you, wasn't it?" He
looked at Lissa, the back at me. "She got you to kill the fox, didn't she? Some weird kind of
lesbian voo—ahhh!”
Ralf burst into flames.
I jumped up and pushed Lissa out of the way—not easy to do, since we were sitting at our
desks. We both ended up on the floor as screams—Ralf's in particular—filled the classroom
and Ms. Meissner sprinted for the fire extinguisher.
And then, just like that, the flames disappeared. Ralf was still screaming and patting himself
down, but he didn't have a single singe mark on him. The only indication of what had happened
was the lingering smell of smoke in the air.
For several seconds, the entire classroom froze. Then, slowly, everyone put the pieces together.
Moroi magical specializations were well known, and after scanning the room, I deduced three
fire users: Ralf, his friend Jacob, and—
Christian Ozera.
Since neither Jacob nor Ralf would have set Ralf on fire, it sort of made the culprit obvious.
The fact that Christian was laughing hysterically sort of gave it away too.