"Teach the humans?" one of the Elites repeated, running his tongue slowly over the edge of his fang as if already tasting the idea. "With pleasure."
A few Elites chuckled under their breath, the sound low and amused, like men entertained by a private joke.
"Wonderful," Gemma said brightly, clapping her hands once. "Now if all of you would go ahead and find your partners. The first-year groundlings are shy, so I ask you to go ahead and pick one yourself."
The humans stared at Gemma with gobsmacked expressions.
When some of the Elites began to move, some humans were quicker and perhaps even wiser by hurrying forward to approach the vampires who looked much more agreeable than others, as if choosing their own executioner might at least make the outcome kinder.
The room filled with the shuffle of shoes and soft laughter from the Elites who seemed like predators ready to toy with their prey.
