“What else does your father tell you about vampires?” Baz’s voice is ice: “The subject rarely comes up.” “Well, I’m just saying”—I square my shoulders and speak deliberately—“it would help in this specific situation if we knew how vampires worked.” His lip curls. “Pretty sure they drink blood and turn into bats, Snow.” “I meant culturally, all right?” “Right, you’re a fiend for culture.” “Do you want my help or not?” He sighs and writes Vampires: Food for thought on the board. I shove the last bite of roll into my mouth. “Can vampires really turn into bats?”
