Free Wordless: new adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 1) by May Sage Page B

her attention. 
    “Ms. Turner, I presume.”
    Her head snapped up, to a severe, elegant woman with salt and pepper hair pulled in a tight bun at the top of her head.
    She stared at her, from her boots to her jacket, making Fay wish that she’d listened to Agnes and worn the damn epaulettes.
    “You’re early,” the woman told her. “Good. Might as well start your tour from here.”
    She gestured her forward and started talking.
    “I understand you’ve already graduated from an online university – I might have dismissed it, if it wasn’t for your results. Impressive.” Then, suddenly changing the course of the discussion, the lady pointed left on the first floor. “You’ll find the literature wing that way. You will report to Sir Montgomery to continue the course of your master’s in literature, from next semester on.”
    “Next semester?”
    She was struggling to catch up with the woman’s long strides, so that came out breathier than what she would have liked.
    “Yes. I understand that while you’re very well versed in British and American literature, your general knowledge of vampires might be lacking. You’ll take history, customs, and social science, if you find it acceptable. They are mandatory to anyone wishing to graduate from our establishment.”
    There was no discussing that tone.
    The lady gestured towards each buildings and the cafeteria, before leaving her with a schedule and dismissing her, informing her that she’d be expected to attend her next class in ten minutes.
    She really was in.

 
     
    Seven
     
     
     
    Fay could barely wrap her head around everything she saw, let alone what sprouted out of her professor’s mouth. Part of it was the fact that she’d enrolled one month after the beginning of term but to be honest, the main issue was that the whole world she’d known had apparently been an illusion.
    A crappy illusion, at that.
    After the ten o’clock bell, the corridors filled with students and there were vampires around her. A lot of them.
    She bowed her head and looked away at first, trying to disappear in the crowd. Eventually, she tripped on her own feet like a klutz.
    Jessica hadn’t left her, as she’d promised, but she’d been at the end of the corridor, so she wasn’t close enough to save her from herself.
    “Careful, darling,” a southern drawl told her, and she looked up to find herself held up by a smiling, cheeky, and friendly vampire.
    Really. All those adjectives described him, mind blowing as it was.
    “The whole walking thing works better when you try one foot at the time, gorgeous. Although, you’re very welcome to swoon in front of me anytime.”
    And with a wink, he was on his merry way.
    She stared at his back for a full minute, before shaking her head and writing him off as yet another fluke.
    Then, a little later, she felt a sharp object between her shoulder blades and turned to see another vampire – a female, this time.
    “Can I borrow a pencil, or a sharpener? Mine broke,” she pouted.
    She’d been surrounded by hundreds of vampires over the course of five hours and the only one who’d wanted something from her had been after a pencil.
    There also were humans, she noticed when she started to tentatively look around her. They hung around immortals, chatting comfortable, like they weren’t prey.
    They weren’t, apparently.
    William, Jessica, and Charlotte were three individuals; she’d reasoned that they were just exceptions, but she’d seen more vampires that one night than she had in her entire life – and all of them had been awfully… normal. Non-threatening.
    Had she woken up in a different universe?
     
    Her fellow students were as curious about her as she was about them. Some just glanced her way, but others were bold enough to catch her in the corridors in between lectures.
    She’d heard a few different variations of “what are you doing here,” some more polite than others. Her first explanations were clumsy, but eventually,