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his side. The orange scales sink back into his muscled arm as if they were never there in the first place.
    He takes a step back from me and puts a flat palm against his right fist. In one great breath, he gathers enough air to fill his lungs and puff out his chest. Before he can expel the air and complete whatever it is he’s about to do, Dante steps in front of me.
    “Don’t even think about it, Mirren.”
    He lets his hands fall, and air escapes him as he lets out a taunting laugh. “What is a Freshmeat like you going to do to stop me? She’ll pay for what she did to my face!”
    “By myself, I doubt I could take you on right now. With my friends backing me, I bet we could put you in the infirmary for a few weeks.”
    The other three guys step up to stand next to Dante. Mirren looks at us all, weighing the circumstances in his head.
    He turns his back on us and walks away, parting the group of people like the Red Sea. The talking amongst all the boys becomes almost deafening. Triton turns to me. “Are you okay?” he asks. He picks up my right hand and looks at the smears of blood, which stain my fingernails.
    I pull my hand out of his grasp. “I’m fine. That’s not my blood.” I go over to where the remains of the locket lay. I pick up the pieces. I’ll find a way to fix it. There has to be a way. I’m in a world of magic after all. The last two apple blossoms have stems attached to each other. Using my fingernails, careful not to touch the dry petals. I place them in my open palm with the glass; a small sigh comes out when they both stay in one piece. Next, comes the small photo. It only shows Edgar’s and my face, but on that day, he had me on his shoulders. I was helping to pick apples. It was one of the few times as a kid that he’d tried to do my golden curls in lopsided ponytails.
    The guy taking the picture caught us in the middle of telling a joke. Both of us have wide smiles on our faces. One of the only pictures I own where Edgar has a true smile. A shadow falls over me, and I glance up to see the servant with emerald and sapphire eyes. He kneels down in front of me. “Let me pick this up, Miss. I’ll be careful and return it all to you.”
    “It’s fine. I can do this myself.” I keep my eyes on the ground. If I look at him, I won’t be able to speak.
    He places a white, gloved hand on top of mine, stopping me from picking up any more of the small pieces. “Please, Miss. You’ve cut yourself.”
    I stare at my fingers. Droplets of blood form on small cuts. I didn’t even feel the sting of them until he pointed them out.
    “Come on, Avvi. We’ll show you where the infirmary is. Let the servant do his job,” Horace says as he pulls me up off the ground by my arms.
    Once I stand, I pull away from his grasp. I can’t stand when people touch me and I don’t know them. The servant stands as well. I pick up the blossoms by their shared stem before I place the glass in his gloved hand. “Please be careful, they’re the last two. Thank you.”
    “Of course, Miss.” My cheeks heat up. His voice has a rich English accent, my inside nearly melt.
    Horace reaches out and pulls on my arm, taking my attention away from the servant. I take my arm out of his grasp again. Can’t he take a hint? I don’t like to be pulled around. I follow him to another door that leads into the school. Before we enter, I look back to see the servant picking up the pieces of glass and placing them into a small wooden box. Where did it come from?

THE FABULOUS DR. QUINN
     
    “ I really don’t need to go to the infirmary, They’re just small cuts.”
    Horace glances over his shoulder at me. “Well, we can’t have you getting an infection. I was going to show you where it was anyway.”
    I sigh. I guess I can’t have any control over what I want to do right now. I want to go into my room and call Edgar; I miss him so much already.
    “I’m sorry, but am I the only one who wants to talk about how Fire here