Blood Debt Academy
I took a seat in the last row, trying to make myself invisible.
A man swept into the room, and I knew immediately he was different from the other instructors. He wore glasses—actual reading glasses, which seemed odd for a vampire—and his gray hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. He had the look of someone who'd spent centuries reading books by candlelight.
"Good morning, students," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I am Dorian Graves, your instructor for Vampire History and Blood Magic Theory." He turned to write his name on the board, and I noticed his movements were careful, deliberate. Almost human.