“Fine.But I don’t have a spell ball that can hold all this.They aren’t the Tardis.”
“Really?”Glenn raised his right eyebrow at him.“Because I’m pretty sure they aren’t big enough to hold an entire vampire, either, and yet, you had them do that.”
Quentin froze.His mind went through the calculations needed to use a spell ball for storage.Could he tweak it so that the orb could suck everything into a compressed space, then reverse the process?“If I get this wrong, I could lose all my research,” he sulked, biting his lip as he considered the ramifications.
“You have it all backed up, don’t you?I mean, a super researcher like yourself must have saved all their work on their computer at one point.”
He pointed at Glenn.“Your sarcasm isn’t appreciated.”He groaned.Damn, he was becoming as dramatic as his students.“Most of it is saved,” he admitted.“Maybe I could put a few more folders in my bag, just in case.”
“Whew!I was worried for a minute they gave you a vanity degree.”
Quentin threw a stress ball at Glenn that he’d gotten at the last spell design conference he’d attended as a key speaker.
Glenn dodged.“Vampire speed is good for something,” he beamed.
“Idiot,” Quentin taunted.“How is that going?”
“How is what going?”
“Your adjustment to being a vampire.Drinking blood and all.”He’d only heard vague reassurances from his mother, but Trina Heart didn’t like sharing bad news and often glossed over negative subjects.One of the many reasons he didn’t quite trust that his father had tried too hard to see him over the years.
“As well as can be expected.I haven’t attacked anyone recently, if you were concerned about that.”
“I wasn’t, but maybe I should’ve been.”He cast a wary eye at the red tinge in Glenn’s eyes.
Glenn laughed.“If your lover wasn’t the leader and more than happy to rip out my fangs, I might be tempted to take a little sip.I hear fae blood is delicious.”
“I’m only partly fae, and Jaks never said anything about my blood tasting any better than anyone else’s.I think he’s worried I’d take offense if he compared my blood to others he drank from.”
Glenn nodded.“Makes sense, it’s like comparing you to previous lovers.No one wants a critique even if it’s positive.”
Quentin laughed.“True.”He grabbed a fresh spell orb from his desk drawer and began programming it for transport to his mother’s living room, well, his now.Damn, he’d packed up his apartment the hard way.Maybe he should’ve consulted with Glenn before.It would’ve saved him the time of packing everything.Luckily, Jaks had loaned him a few vampires for an afternoon and got all the boxes and furniture from his apartment stored in the house attic until he decided what to keep.
His mother had given him the house as a doctoral graduation present after she moved into the vampire mansion.She wanted to live with her new clan but didn’t want to sell the house.The property had been in the family for centuries and rested on a ley line.
He almost had to sell it to pay her medical bills, but luckily, Jaks had covered them before Quentin could put it on the market.He’d never been so happy to be a procrastinator before or since.Especially after he found out that, magically, he can’t sell it.The family magic was bound to that small bit of land wrapped in ley lines.
“You also might want to research whether fae blood is addictive.”
Quentin blinked and took his attention off the newly programmed ball.“What?”
“Some blood can be addictive.You don’t want your boy to get drunk off your blood.Best find out if he can, half-fae or not.”
“It can?I didn’t know that.None of the books mentions anything about blood type affecting vampires.”Maybe he should put some effort into contacting his father after all.
“I’m sure it’s because vampires, like the fae, don’t advertise their weaknesses.”
“That’s probably true.”Quentin pointed at Glenn.He’d only done minimal reading for the creature class he’d attended and then again for the bounty hunters, but that information would’ve stuck out.Now that he thought about it, the information on their habitat and feeding habits hadn’t been detailed.Mostly, ‘keep your neck out of their mouths.’
Super helpful.
“Yeah.I can ask around for more information if you’d like, but I don’t want to tip anyone off.There aren’t a lot of fae around here, and not everyone knows you have the blood.”
He bit his lip, tugging at the peeling skin with his teeth.He really needed to get some lip balm.“Maybe hold off for a bit if you think it’s dangerous.I’ll talk to my mom.We never discussed my heritage before.Maybe Lars left her some information.”
“Sure thing, Q.Just let me know if I need to start chatting up hot vampires for information.Anything for a friend.”
“Will do.I appreciate the sacrifice,” Quentin said, amused.He began piling his papers into subject-organized stacks.“I’m afraid.”He finally admitted after ten minutes of silence.“I’ve fallen for him hard, and if my blood is addictive, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
