The rest of us hit the floor. This isn’t the Common Hall, but it’s close enough to trigger our usual response to danger—hide under the tables. I pull Marina down beside me. “Where’s Rue?” she asks. “I don’t know,” Annie says. I shrug. I couldn’t see Rueful before the lights came on; I can’t see h...
His jacket and shirt are burned through, the skin beneath them melted, as though someone roasted it over an open flame. It’s going to take more than a dab of cold blue gel to fix that. “What happened?” Dr. Wolff asks. “Briar bush at the burn site,” the man I don’t know says. “It had gone black,” ...