Her comment was enough to make me throw all my principles overboard.
I approached her until there was only a hand's width of air between our faces.
Hopefully I didn't smell too much of ham.
“Listen. Whatever Julian sees in you, you're one of them, and that means I want nothing to do with you. Stay away from me, or you'll regret it.”
Bayla swallowed, but she didn't seem afraid.
“I'm not one of them.”
“Yeah, right, and I was just bewitched out of nowhere.”
“Bewitched?”
She looked at me, confused.
“Listen, you might be able to pull Julian's leg, but you can't pull mine. And another thing, I'm only going to tell you once: Get out of my head!”
I hoped she had understood me, because next time I wouldn't talk.
I turned to leave.
“Why are you always like this? I didn't do anything to you,” Bayla said, and I paused to turn around one last time.
She looked at me helplessly, almost as if she really didn't know anything. But there was something else. Blood.
“Your nose...” I gasped, my eyes widening.
Bayla touched her nose and looked at the dark red fingertip. Then, just like that, she fell over.
My head started to hurt, and I threw myself onto the floor with her.
“Bayla!” I shouted. “Bloody witch, what's the matter with you?!”
I slapped lightly against her cheeks, but it didn't bring her back. Instead, it only made my own headache worse.
I listened to her heartbeat, which thankfully was still there.
“What have you done?!”
I looked up to see Vivienna standing on the stairs, Julie behind her. Larissa pushed past them.
“Bay!” she shouted, but her friend didn't answer.
She had lost consciousness. And my senses were heightened to the extreme, even more than usual.
Then my cell phone rang. I answered it.
“Emely. Are you with her?” Julian seemed shocked and out of breath. “Wait, I'll be right there.” Then he hung up again.
“What happened? Emely!” Larissa shook her friend, but at that very moment everything went black in front of my eyes.
Chapter 57
Julie
Bayla Adams was unconscious again, and I had the feeling that Grace's herbal mixtures wouldn't help this time either.
Only, to make matters worse, Emely Copeland had also passed out, as if some sort of plague was going around.
Julian had suddenly appeared and after bringing Bayla up to the room, which had caused a huge riot among the other Quatura girls, he had put Emely on the couch and sat opposite her, burying his nose in his hands as if he were on the verge of a mental breakdown.
At some point he had caught me staring, and it had seemed as if he had wanted to get up and walk toward me, for whatever reason, which was why I had left early for my next seminar.
I shook my head in bewilderment and broke out of my stupor to enter the molecular biology seminar room.
It seemed that there was no such thing as being too early because, as always, there were female students clustered around the young professor's table.
Mr. Suspicious himself, however, looked up this time, directly in my direction.
And when our eyes met, I wanted to freeze, because, as always, I was overwhelmed by the strange peridot green that seemed to sparkle even from this distance.
I remembered my triumph from the last seminar, removed my gaze from his and strutted more confidently than I felt, let alone would ever feel, to the table where David, as usual, was already sitting busy with his cell phone.
I couldn't let that man up ahead see through me, let him find out that I had started reading his insane, if frighteningly accurate, books.
This professor was a danger to the existence of supernatural beings, and knowing that unsettled me immensely.
