Belle was laughing so hard she had to kneel. Jordan stood frozen in the middle of a shadow cast and stared at me in open horror. Javier was writing so fast his pen tore through the page.
Blair turned around and looked at the scorch mark where the clone had been about to hit her. Then she looked at me with ice-blue eyes that couldn't decide between murder and gratitude.
"I didn't need your help," she said.
"I know that, Davenport."
"Then why did you send him over?"
"He wanted to go," I said, and I shrugged. "He's an idiot, and I let him make his own choices."
The ninth ring at the back of my skull flared white for a heartbeat. The air between us got about ten degrees hotter, and I swear the sweat on my neck turned to steam. She spun away before I could say anything else, and the grass under her heel caught fire for a second.
Misato called the drill. Her face was still pink, and her ponytail had gone slightly crooked for the first time since I'd met her.
