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Her eyes go round. She grabs Emrys’ elbow and leads him away.

An urge to laugh comes over me. He tried to avoid her by leaving earlier? I should be sad it didn’t work, but I’m giddy because it shows me, clear as day, that the boys are looking for ways to fight her, that they are sometimes aware of what she’s doing to them.

And at the end of the class, when I walk over to his desk, I find his answer.

Below his carving of ‘Dancing Angel’, I’d carved some flames—his element. Excuse me, but carving was never on my list of skills and stealing a knife sharp enough to cut through wood from the refectory kitchens was a pain in the ass.

It was worth it, though, because beside the flames, he has carved something more.

He added the words ‘for you.’

Hot for you.

I smile.

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