“So she bit me and got through that way?” I try not to shudder at the thought of her teeth sinking into my neck. When I believed it was Jaxon, it freaked me out but didn’t gross me out. I can’t say the same about having anyone else’s teeth in me, though.
“She bit you and injected her own venom, using the anticoagulant properties instead of the coagulant ones. It was enough to break down what Jaxon had done and let her heal you properly.”
“So vampires can just do that? Just…override each other’s venom?”
“Keep in mind, I’m not a vampire, but—”
“Right. You’re just a witch.”
She ignores my interruption. “I don’t think they can. At least, not normally. But she’s an older, more mature vampire and she’s also a healer, which gives her extra abilities in times like that. It’s why she’s the school nurse. But from what my dad said, it still took a lot of skill and venom to undo what Jaxon had done. That boy was determined to save you.”
Not going to lie, hearing that feels good. But I’m still mad at him, even though right now, I’m not sure why. Except… “So what you’re saying is that I have two vampires’ venom running through my blood right now?”
Macy settles back with a laugh and an eye roll. “Trust you to focus on that.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s pretty hard not to focus on it when every vampire movie I’ve ever seen is playing in the back of my head. I mean, I’m not going to…” I mime getting fangs.
She cracks up. Like full-on, rolling on the floor, laughing her ass off.
“That’s not a no!” I whine.
She sits up, wiping tears from her eyes even as she continues to giggle. “No, Grace, you’re not about to sprout fangs and start sucking people’s blood. You’re fine. In fact, the only reason you’re alive is because a vampire was with you. And not just any vampire, but Jaxon. Most of the others would have had a really hard time stopping themselves from…”
“Drinking me dry?” I finish the thought she very obviously didn’t want to.
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, that’s not how I would have put it.”
“Doesn’t make it any less true, though, does it?”
Macy doesn’t answer, just grabs her teacup and stands.
I follow her, unwilling to just let her walk away right now when I still have so many questions. About vampires. And witches. And dragons, for God’s sake. How can dragons exist and the rest of the world not know about it?
Speaking of which… “There aren’t any other creatures here that you forgot to mention, right? No zombies, no unicorns, no—”
“Werewolves.”
“Exactly. No werewolves.”
“I wasn’t saying no, Grace. I was answering your question.”
“Oh.” I swallow. “So…vampires, dragons, witches, and werewolves.”
“Well, if you’re going to get technical, they’re wolf shifters really, more than werewolves.”
By all means, let’s get technical at this late date. “And the difference is?”
“Werewolves need the full moon. Wolf shifters can shift anytime. Same with the dragons.”
“So Flint can be a dragon anytime he wants?”
“Flint is a dragon, all the time. He can shift between his dragon and human form whenever he wants.”
“I have so many questions.” And most of them start and end with how is this possible?
“I know.” She leans over and gives me another hug.
“Marc and Quinn?” I think about the guys who tried to throw me out in the snow the first night. “Wolf shifters?”
“Yeah. Who apparently do get a little extra wild around the full moon.” She shakes her head, obviously still annoyed. “The jerks.”
“No argument here. They really were douches.” I pause as something occurs to me, then say, “But they listened to Jaxon, even though he’s a vampire.”
Macy snorts. “I’m sorry, but haven’t you noticed? Everyone listens to Jaxon.”
“Yeah.” Like in my Brit Lit class yesterday, when no one would come in. “Why is that exactly?”
“It’s a really long, really messed-up story, which I’m happy to tell you. But I’m seriously starving. Can I answer the rest of it over breakfast in the dining hall?”
“Yeah, of course. But I thought you told Mekhi we weren’t going to leave the room until Jaxon gets here.”