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to intervene, but he was just as clearly going to let this play out, no matter the consequences.
Three big vampires had faced off against the Volans. Six pixies, not one of whom was taller than the smallest vampire’s elbow, stared them down. The fact that pixies were small didn’t mean they weren’t deadly; everyone knew that. They used pixie dust and cunning to their advantage, and they were famous, or infamous, for being ruthless and mean.
Historically, the resident vampire prince or princess or a fallen angel might have intervened in a fight, as Keller surely would have if he had still been a student. But there were only a few fallen angels at Public at the moment, because an entire group was holding out due to negotiations with Sip about something or other. Keller had been called away to deal with the emergency, and Charlotte had said that she hoped the angels would arrive tomorrow. There were several empty seats at my table, and I could only assume that was why.
Finally, just when it seemed like the tension was ready to explode into a violent fight, a girl from our table with lots of hair, dark blue eyes, and a determined expression stood up. She didn’t move very fast; it was as if she was studying the situation as she went toward it – alone.
“Is she crazy?” Keegan asked. “She shouldn’t step in the middle of that mess!”
I nodded, but my eyes stayed on the girl as she pushed and shoved her way through the crowd of students who had gotten up from their seats, seemingly caught between the desire to get out of harm’s way and the desire to see what would happen next.
A big vampire with an over-sized ring in one nostril saw the girl and started making his way toward her. She didn’t seem to see the danger; she kept right on shoving her way toward the snarling vampires and the cold-eyed pixies.
“He’s going to kill her,” I muttered, and without thinking I started moving toward the brewing battle. I was so intent on the girl and the vampire that I didn’t notice how much easier a time I had getting to the front of the room than the girl had, or how a few of the vampires and pixies watching the battle turned to look at me but made no move to stop me.
A memory flashed through my mind as I pushed my way toward the fight, a vision of a girl’s dead eyes. Not all that long ago, when I was on the run from my life, I’d had a friend named Gretchen, and now she was dead. In that instantaneous flash, I remembered her smile and her mischief and how much she cared about her family. A pixie had killed her. It wasn’t that I hated all pixies, but I wouldn’t have minded watching a group of badass vampires beat some up. Still, a big brawl on the first night wouldn’t do anything for Dobrov’s popularity as president, so I also wasn’t going to mind seeing the fight defused. Somehow.
The girl reached the edge of the ring. She still hadn’t seen the strapping vampire with the nose ring, but just as she moved to take one more step, he reached out a large hand, moving faster than I could follow with my eyes, and grabbed her by the back of the neck. With a cry, he sent her flying backward in one fluid motion. A scream ripped from her throat and she soared like a doll as everyone else in the room watched, helpless.
Well, almost everyone.
In the last second before she crashed into the far wall, a current of air shot out, scooped her up in a cradling motion, and gently deposited her on a window seat just below the wide bank of windows that let a view of the sky into the dining room.
The vampire who had thrown her gaped, his mouth falling open like a trap and staying that way. For one brief moment, bewilderment swept his features. Then, slowly, his expression turned to anger as his eyes found mine. My ring hummed. I didn’t watch the girl soar or land; I didn’t need to anymore, not after what had happened at Camilla’s trial. I simply made sure I didn’t hear the crash of a hard landing. The
Three big vampires had faced off against the Volans. Six pixies, not one of whom was taller than the smallest vampire’s elbow, stared them down. The fact that pixies were small didn’t mean they weren’t deadly; everyone knew that. They used pixie dust and cunning to their advantage, and they were famous, or infamous, for being ruthless and mean.
Historically, the resident vampire prince or princess or a fallen angel might have intervened in a fight, as Keller surely would have if he had still been a student. But there were only a few fallen angels at Public at the moment, because an entire group was holding out due to negotiations with Sip about something or other. Keller had been called away to deal with the emergency, and Charlotte had said that she hoped the angels would arrive tomorrow. There were several empty seats at my table, and I could only assume that was why.
Finally, just when it seemed like the tension was ready to explode into a violent fight, a girl from our table with lots of hair, dark blue eyes, and a determined expression stood up. She didn’t move very fast; it was as if she was studying the situation as she went toward it – alone.
“Is she crazy?” Keegan asked. “She shouldn’t step in the middle of that mess!”
I nodded, but my eyes stayed on the girl as she pushed and shoved her way through the crowd of students who had gotten up from their seats, seemingly caught between the desire to get out of harm’s way and the desire to see what would happen next.
A big vampire with an over-sized ring in one nostril saw the girl and started making his way toward her. She didn’t seem to see the danger; she kept right on shoving her way toward the snarling vampires and the cold-eyed pixies.
“He’s going to kill her,” I muttered, and without thinking I started moving toward the brewing battle. I was so intent on the girl and the vampire that I didn’t notice how much easier a time I had getting to the front of the room than the girl had, or how a few of the vampires and pixies watching the battle turned to look at me but made no move to stop me.
A memory flashed through my mind as I pushed my way toward the fight, a vision of a girl’s dead eyes. Not all that long ago, when I was on the run from my life, I’d had a friend named Gretchen, and now she was dead. In that instantaneous flash, I remembered her smile and her mischief and how much she cared about her family. A pixie had killed her. It wasn’t that I hated all pixies, but I wouldn’t have minded watching a group of badass vampires beat some up. Still, a big brawl on the first night wouldn’t do anything for Dobrov’s popularity as president, so I also wasn’t going to mind seeing the fight defused. Somehow.
The girl reached the edge of the ring. She still hadn’t seen the strapping vampire with the nose ring, but just as she moved to take one more step, he reached out a large hand, moving faster than I could follow with my eyes, and grabbed her by the back of the neck. With a cry, he sent her flying backward in one fluid motion. A scream ripped from her throat and she soared like a doll as everyone else in the room watched, helpless.
Well, almost everyone.
In the last second before she crashed into the far wall, a current of air shot out, scooped her up in a cradling motion, and gently deposited her on a window seat just below the wide bank of windows that let a view of the sky into the dining room.
The vampire who had thrown her gaped, his mouth falling open like a trap and staying that way. For one brief moment, bewilderment swept his features. Then, slowly, his expression turned to anger as his eyes found mine. My ring hummed. I didn’t watch the girl soar or land; I didn’t need to anymore, not after what had happened at Camilla’s trial. I simply made sure I didn’t hear the crash of a hard landing. The
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