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“Stop!” Flavia slapped the vial of nightroot out of my hands, her nostrils flaring. The glass shattered on the floor and the dark liquid hissed as it immediately burned into the wood. “Are you crazy?”
I stared at the black stain, confusion raging through me. “I don’t understand.”
The third-year sank down on a chair. “I can’t do it. I’m not letting another friend die.”
I could barely believe my ears. Flavia considered me a friend?
Astrid spluttered. “But how can we know Ylva had nothing to do with Oda’s death?”
“She just proved it to us.”
“She didn’t prove anything. You didn’t let her drink the poison.”
That little… I glared at my classmate, wishing I had the power to strike her down with thunder and lightning, right here on the spot. “What’s your problem with me?”
“You. You’re
