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guarding the school as a whole and monitoring classes.
    “So, Hathaway,” said Stan cheerfully, strolling back up to the front with me. “Enlighten us about your protective techniques.”
    “My . . . techniques?”
    “Of course. Because presumably you must have had some sort of plan the rest of us couldn’t understand when you took an underage Moroi royal out of the Academy and exposed her to constant Strigoi threats.”
    It was the Kirova lecture all over again, except with more witnesses.
    “We never ran into any Strigoi,” I replied stiffly.
    “Obviously,” he said with a snicker. “I already figured that out, seeing as how you’re still alive.”
    I wanted to shout that maybe I could have defeated a Strigoi, but after getting beat up in the last class, I now suspected I couldn’t have survived an attack by Mason, let alone an actual Strigoi.
    When I didn’t say anything, Stan started pacing in front of the class.
    “So what’d you do? How’d you make sure she stayed safe? Did you avoid going out at night?”
    “Sometimes.” That was true—especially when we’d first run away. We’d relaxed a little after months went by with no attacks.
    “ Sometimes ,” he repeated in a high-pitched voice, making my answer sound incredibly stupid. “Well then, I suppose you slept during the day and stayed on guard at night.”
    “Er . . . no.”
    “No? But that’s one of the first things mentioned in the chapter on solo guarding. Oh wait, you wouldn’t know that because you weren’t here .”
    I swallowed back more swear words. “I watched the area whenever we went out,” I said, needing to defend myself.
    “Oh? Well that’s something. Did you use Carnegie’s Quadrant Surveillance Method or the Rotational Survey?”
    I didn’t say anything.
    “Ah. I’m guessing you used the Hathaway Glance-Around-When-You-Remember-To Method.”
    “No!” I exclaimed angrily. “That’s not true. I watched her. She’s still alive, isn’t she?”
    He walked back up to me and leaned toward my face. “Because you got lucky .”
    “Strigoi aren’t lurking around every corner out there,” I shot back. “It’s not like what we’ve been taught. It’s safer than you guys make it sound.”
    “Safer? Safer? We are at war with the Strigoi!” he yelled. I could smell coffee on his breath, he was so close. “One of them could walk right up to you and snap your pretty little neck before you even noticed him—and he’d barely break a sweat doing it. You might have more speed and strength than a Moroi or a human, but you are nothing, nothing , compared to a Strigoi. They are deadly, and they are powerful. And do you know what makes them more powerful?”
    No way was I going to let this jerk make me cry. Looking away from him, I tried to focus on something else. My eyes rested on Dimitri and the other guardians. They were watching my humiliation, stone-faced.
    “Moroi blood,” I whispered.
    “What was that?” asked Stan loudly. “I didn’t catch it.”
    I spun back around to face him. “Moroi blood! Moroi blood makes them stronger.”
    He nodded in satisfaction and took a few steps back. “Yes. It does. It makes them stronger and harder to destroy. They’ll kill and drink from a human or dhampir, but they want Moroi blood more than anything else. They seek it. They’ve turned to the dark side to gain immortality, and they want to do whatever they can to keep that immortality. Desperate Strigoi have attacked Moroi in public. Groups of Strigoi have raided academies exactly like this one. There are Strigoi who have lived for thousands of years and fed off generations of Moroi. They’re almost impossible to kill. And that is why Moroi numbers are dropping. They aren’t strong enough—even with guardians—to protect themselves. Some Moroi don’t even see the point of running anymore and are simply turning Strigoi by choice. And as the Moroi disappear . . .”
    “. . . so do the dhampirs,” I