Can I just say that I’m really beginning to miss my alien theory?
Especially when we step in the cafeteria and—surprise, surprise—everyone is looking at me. Per usual. I thought it was because I was the new girl. Now I can’t help but think it’s because I’m the human girl. Which then leads to thoughts about whether or not any of them are thinking about eating me.
Do wolf shifters eat humans? Or is it just vampires? What about dragons? What do they eat?
I really hope human isn’t on their delicacy list. Then again, wishing hasn’t gotten me much in the last month. I can’t expect it to get me this, either.
“You know what?” I tell Macy as we make our way to the buffet table at the front of the dining hall. “Maybe I should go back to the room.”
“What’s wrong?” She searches my face with a concerned frown. “Are you feeling dizzy? Or weak?”
“I’m feeling…out of place.”
“Oh.” Understanding dawns. “They’re the same people you went to class with yesterday. The same people you had a snowball fight with the day before that.”
“The same people who have been watching me since I got here. I thought they’d be over it by now, that they’d get used to me. But they’re never going to get used to having a human here.”
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, Grace, but the stares you’re getting these days have way more to do with Jaxon than they do with you.”
I don’t bother to hide my confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, he’s a big deal here. Obviously. And he’s shown an interest in you. Which makes you a big deal. It also makes you the person eighty percent of the female population wants to murder.”
“Because they’re jealous, right? Not because—”
“Yes, Grace.” She rolls her eyes. “Because they’re jealous. They want to be where you are.”
“Bandaged up and sore, with a weak ankle and a vampire bite in my neck?” I joke.
“Exactly,” she deadpans back. “Now, can we please get in line? It’s chocolate croissant day, and they go fast.”
“Of course.” I gesture for her to precede me. “Who am I to get between a girl and her chocolate croissant?”
“A question every guy in the place asks himself at least once on Wednesdays,” a familiar voice says from right behind me.
“Hi, Flint.” I turn to him with a little bit of a forced smile. Not because his being a dragon makes me like him less, but because his being a dragon FREAKS ME OUT.
“Hey, New Girl.” He looks me over. “Gotta say, I’m not a huge fan of your new look.”
I touch the bandages self-consciously. “Yeah, me neither.”
“I bet.” He reaches out, rubs a reassuring hand up and down my non-damaged arm. “You don’t look so good. Why don’t you go sit down and let me bring you a plate?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to. But I still feel guilty about the whole falling out of the tree thing. This will help me make up for it.” He gives me a beseeching look.
“What do you have to feel guilty about? You saved me from getting hurt worse.” For the first time, I wonder if the reason he didn’t get hurt at all is because he’s a dragon. If so, then I’m glad he isn’t human, glad that he wasn’t in jeopardy because of me.
I look up at him with his incredibly handsome face, his glowing amber eyes, his charming grin, and wonder if I’m seeing the dragon or the human. Or maybe I’m seeing both. Who knows?
And then he raises his brows at me, and I wonder why it even matters when Flint—whatever and whoever he is—is my friend.
“Thank you again for that, by the way. I really appreciate it.”
“Stop it, Grace. You wouldn’t even have been up that tree if it weren’t for me.”
“I think we’re just going to have to agree to disagree on this,” I tell him.
“Fine. We’ll agree to disagree…as soon as you let me bring you breakfast.” He gives me his most charming grin, the one that would probably knock my socks off if I hadn’t seen Jaxon first.
But I did see Jaxon, and now he’s pretty much all I can see, vampire or not.
I start to argue with Flint some more—I’m sick of people treating me like an invalid—but we’re holding up the line. And since the last thing I want to do is make an even bigger spectacle of myself, I just give in.