“Wicked,” I whisper, trying to look closer. He pushes me back, but not far. “Open your mouth again,” I say. “Let me see.” He sighs and pulls back his lips. His fangs are huge. And they look so sharp. “Where do they even come from? Like, where do they go when you’re not using them?” “I don’t know.” He sounds kind of like he’s wearing braces. “Can I touch them?” “No. They’re sharp. And toxic.” “I can’t believe there’s a part of your body that grows when you need it. You’re like a mutant.” “I’m a vampire,” Baz says, “and can you hear yourself?”
