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I made a face. “Yeah, I got that part. Buthow? I thought this place was warded or spelled or whatever? So grumpy shifters can’t just wolf out in the middle of class when a vamp looks at them sideways, and to prevent a pissy witch from setting fire to her cheating ex’s dorm room.”

“First, that’s oddly specific, and there are non-magical ways of starting a fire if said witch was so inclined. Second, I’ve already said this, but you clearly weren’t listening. Only the classrooms are warded. And third, you’re not giving me enough credit. I’m a Belladonna, remember?”

My cheeks burned at being chastised by her.

Moira rolled her eyes. “You’re focusing on the wrong things here, Sunday. As your roommate, you get to benefit from my awesomeness. You should be taking advantage of it, not asking stupid questions. Come on, get your ass up.”