“No!” I launch myself at him and knock him to the ground, swatting at the flames with my bare hands until I’m certain not a single ember remains. His eyes glow through the smoke, red-brown and full of fire, just like the burning trees… When the smoke clears, I realize I’m no longer in the burning meadow. That I was never in that place. It’s just Professor Nakata’s classroom. And I’m on the floor. Straddling… Baz. “Not that I’m complaining,” he says quietly, his ever-maddening smirk stretching wide, “but maybe we should take this somewhere private?” Suddenly I’m aware of the laughter, the
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