Chapter 542

“No way to tell until the fangs come out, that is,” a guy in front remarked, drawing more laughter.

Professor Clerval chuckled. “Well, there is that. But it’s probably a bit late at that point. No pun intended.”

The class laughed again. I turned toward Leesa to see if she found the joke funny. She had a smile on her face, but it faded when she raised her hand. I watched her draw a deep breath before she spoke, and could tell that speaking up in a group like this was not easy for her. All of which fit nicely with my earlier impression of a shy young woman, uncomfortable with attention. Her limp may have contributed to that, but I was pretty sure there must be more to it. I wondered what it might be.

Professor Clerval extended a finger toward her. “Yes?”

“Have you ever heard of a one-fanged vampire?” she asked.

To say her question startled me would be a major understatement. Very few humans knew about the one-fangs, or grafhym, as we call them. The creatures are very rare—where on earth