She abruptly stopped, and Noah’s body heat sizzled against her back.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“The other students don’t know who you are. Only two others know you were there when the vampires attacked us three days ago.” She pursed her lips. “I should have asked grandfather what to call you.”
“Noah,” he replied.
Glancing back, she felt a pang in her stomach at the beautiful vision of his blond hair framing his angelic face. He had plump lips, chiseled cheekbones, and deep blue eyes. Heat snaked up her arms and neck, threatening to cover her cheeks in red. She had time to memorize his features while he was sleeping. Now that he was awake and walking around, she didn’t know how to act in front of him.
“What?” Noah asked. “Have you never seen a hybrid before? I look just like any other human when I’m not attacking.” He smirked mischievously.
Facing him, Grace rolled her eyes. “You aren’t that special.”
“Oh, I’m fully aware of that. Purebloods see us as litter, not special beings.”
Grace clenched her jaw. “That’s not what I meant.”
He folded his arms. “Then, what did you mean? I’m curious.”
“You aren’t unique. There are others like you.”
His smile became eerily dark. “Not many alive, I bet.”
Grace lowered her eyes to the emblem on his t-shirt. “No. Not all are lucky, like us.”
With that said, she proceeded up the stairs.
She noticed that Noah took a moment to follow behind her. Although his eyes glittered in surprise at her words, he didn’t ask anything, and Grace assumed he wasn’t that curious about her.