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Nine
I SNAPPED INTO HER MIND, once again seeing and directly experiencing what went on
around her.
She was sneaking into the chapel's attic again, confirming my worst fears. Like last time, she
met no resistance. Good God, I thought, could that priest be any worse about securing his own
chapel?
Sunrise lit up the stained-glass window, and Christian's silhouette was framed against it: he was
sitting in the window seat.
"You're late," he told her. "Been waiting a while.”
Lissa pulled up one of the rickety chairs, brushing dust off it. "I figured you'd be tied up with
Headmistress Kirova.”
He shook his head. "Not much to it. They suspended me for a week, that's all. Not like it's hard
to sneak out." He waved his hands around. "As you can see.”
"I'm surprised you didn't get more time.”
A patch of sunlight lit up his crystal-blue eyes. "Disappointed?”
She looked shocked. "You set someone on fire!”
"No, I didn't. Did you see any burns on him?”
"He was covered in flames.”
"I had them under control. I kept them off of him.”
She sighed. "You shouldn't have done that.”
Straightening out of his lounging position, he sat up and leaned toward her. "I did it for you.”