"We'll give you a double dose of the tea twice a day, then send you to school with a dose for emergencies." He walked out of the room, and I followed. Then he locked the door. While I waited, I stared at the female vampire behind the glass case. Her eyes were red and still seemed to glow."What happens if I do drink a human's blood?" The words came out without thinking about them first.Professor Pops stood next to me. "I understand your needs, perhaps better than anyone. Human blood will increase your powers, making you stronger in every way except one." He pointed at my heart. "The more blood you drink, the more like a vampire you'll become. It's like anything in life; if you work to keep yourself as human as possible, that part of you will remain, will be the strongest. If you consume human blood the way a vampire does, that part of you will become the strongest."I nodded. "I understand." I wanted to tell him I craved blood and that I'd almost drunk from Dorian today. I opened

I heard the confidence in Christopher's voice."Yes," I said, my voice shaking. "Go ahead, then." He tilted his neck in my direction. My fangs grew. Running my tongue over the sharp ends, I moved closer, grabbing hold of him and pressing my lips against his warm throat. I sank my fangs into his skin, enjoying the sensation of his skin parting. Tentative, I sucked. When the first drops touched my tongue, I panted, sucking harder. I had nothing to compare the pleasure I experienced as his blood filled my mouth, ran down my throat, and filled me in ways I never believed existed. To my mind, there wasn't anything better than that moment, which was saying something, since I was a fruit and veggie girl.After a time, Christopher spoke my name. "Snow." I felt drunk with his bewitching blood as I lifted my lips from his neck. He smiled, his hazel eyes shimmering with hunger. "Do you recognize me now?" he asked.I did. "You're not Christopher but Chace Charming? You saved me from an a

"No prob, Snow," Heathcliff said. He went over and poured himself a cup of coffee.Gabe cleared his throat, and I turned my attention to him, taking a sip of tea."So you need to pick out a dress in the next couple of days and let Pops know," he said."If it's any consolation, we'll be wearing tuxes," Heathcliff said, irritated, reading the terrified look I was sure coated my face.I giggled at his agitation, swallowed some tea. "You'll look amazing in a tuxedo." I rotated to include Bart, Dorian, and Gabe. "You all will." I pulled the book closer and flipped through the pages. All of the dresses were beautiful, airy, and light. I couldn't imagine trying to move around in something so elegant.The guys crowded around, each commenting on which one they thought would suit me best. I cringed at wearing any of the dresses and considered speaking to Professor Pops. Gatsby jumped onto a chair and onto the counter, rubbing his body along one of my arms."Hey, boy. What do you think of al

My insides quivered at his question. "No!" I mean our making out and blood swapping could be considered a date, I guess."Are you embarrassed by me, Snowflake?" Chace asked. "Don't call me that," I growled, smacking him on the arm. Only Gabe was allowed to call me that. Besides, what did he think was going on? Were we an item?"Whatever you command, my queen," he inclined his head slightly.Self-conscious, I searched the room and caught hold of Cindy's perceptive glare. "What the hell?" she mouthed.I shrugged and turned back to Chace. His words, "my queen," made me think of another question. I, technically, wouldn't be his queen. My body would, but her spirit would be inside mine. Right? I filed the question in the thickening folder labeled Seriously Wacky Stuff. "You need to stop."Chace laughed. "Fine. I will. For now." Then he winked. "Can I call you Frosty?"I lifted my brow. "You can call me Frosty when Hell freezes over, m-kay?" I gave him a sinister look but laughed too.

I watched my classmates exit the commons area, doing my best to be okay with mine and Chace's history. The hunter was new to me but I wasn't to him. Pops said hunters marked us when we were young. Since Christopher/Chace marked me, how long had he been around? Or had he just recently returned to bite me? So many questions. None of them could be answered right now.Should I consider him a stalker? Not that I could call the police. And Pops was aware of him. He'd told me to be careful.As I walked over to dump my tray, I decided I had no idea what I was getting myself into with him.***The final three classes of the day were torture. Not because I wanted to drink the blood of my fellow classmates. No. I was agitated and couldn't stop thinking about Cindy, about revenant training, and about Christopher coming over. My thoughts made it hard to focus on schoolwork. I had a feeling if Professor Pops knew what I'd been doing, he'd be upset, or at least concerned. But he'd fallen in lov