Vic didn’t say a word. He just glanced down and pretended to be incredibly interested in his shoelaces. For my part, I acted as though I didn’t notice Vic or anyone else in the world besides Balthazar.

Together we wandered out to the edge of the grounds, near the forest. A few other couples sat together in the shade not very far away. Balthazar sat on the thick carpet of still-soft fallen leaves, orange and red, and rested his broad back against the trunk of a maple tree. As I took my place next to him, I gingerly laid my head upon his shoulder; I thought it would feel awkward, but it didn’t.

“You ought to tell your parents about us fairly soon.” Balthazar’s arm slipped around my waist. “The sooner they’re convinced we’re together, the sooner I can ask their permission to take you off campus.”

“There’s no rush. I’ll see Lucas in Riverton next month, so—we can get all of this straight then. But I’ll make sure Mom and Dad find out soon.” One more lie. I was already tired of lies, and the only person who could hear the whole truth—Lucas—felt too far away.

“You sound exhausted. Are you okay?”

“I didn’t sleep last night. I saw something that scared me, but I don’t know if I even believe it myself. I have to ask you.” I took a deep breath. “Are ghosts real?”

“Of course they are,” he answered, as easily as if I’d asked him if the stars were in the sky. “Didn’t your parents tell you about wraiths?”

“They told me ghost stories when I was little and told me to watch out for them, but I thought they were—you know—ghost stories.”

Balthazar raised an eyebrow. “You know, for a vampire, you’re very skeptical about the supernatural.”

“When you put it like that, I feel sort of stupid.”

“Hey, you’re still new at this. Give it a couple of centuries and you’ll be a pro like me.”

New possibilities crowded into my mind. “What else is real? Werewolves? Witches? Mummies?”

“No werewolves. No witches. Mummies are only in museums—at least, as far as I know. There are other forces out there, but I’m not sure they have names or faces. Maybe not bodies. They’re darker, deeper than that.” Balthazar paused and frowned. “Wait, you said you saw something last night that scared you.”

“A ghost. A wraith, I guess,” I said, trying out the word I’d heard my parents use only a handful of times.

“That’s not possible. There wouldn’t be wraiths at Evernight Academy.”

“Why not? It’s creepy enough.”

“The way the school is built keeps them out. There are metals and minerals that naturally repel wraiths—the ones in human blood, like iron and copper, work best—and those are laid into every stone of the foundation.” He brushed a fingertip along my hairline, a caress so intimate that it made my cheeks flush. Balthazar could apparently concentrate on our conversation and feign romance at the same time. “Besides, wraiths are afraid of us, at least, as afraid as we are of them. I’ve heard of them making trouble for vampires, hauntings and things like that—but it’s rare. Wraiths usually can’t get away from vampires fast enough.”

“Why are wraiths afraid of us? I see why we scare humans—but vampires can’t drink the blood of ghosts. Ghosts don’t even have blood, do they?”

“They do when they manifest in corporeal form, but mostly they exist as vapors, frost, cold spaces—an image or shadow, maybe, but no more.”

The word frost brought back last night’s apparition so powerfully that I shivered. Balthazar hugged me closer, as if sheltering me from the autumn breeze. It did help a little. “Okay, if wraiths are afraid of vampires, they’d probably steer clear of this school. And you say the stones and metals in the building should keep them out. But if that’s so, then explain what I saw last night.”

I went through it all: the crackling sound of ice, the unearthly green-blue glow, the frost man’s face and his final, shattered-glass warning. Balthazar stared at me, eyes wide, any thought of romantic playacting apparently forgotten. When I finished, he stared at me for a few moments before he was able to say, “That could only be a wraith.”

“Told you.”

“It’s the most dramatic manifestation I’ve ever heard of, though. By far. And what could that mean, ‘Stop’? Stop what?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. Hey, is there a difference between wraiths and ghosts? Like, are wraiths superbad ghosts or something?”

“No. Two different names for the same thing.” He put one hand on my arm. “We have to tell Mrs. Bethany.”

“What? We can’t!” I clutched at his sweater, and the Evernight crest—two ravens on either side of a sword—wrinkled beneath my fingers, before I realized how it would look to anyone watching. Quickly I flattened my hands against his chest, the way a girlfriend might. “Balthazar, if we tell her, she’s going to ask what I was doing up in the records room.”

“What were you doing up there?”

“Trying to figure out why she allows humans at Evernight in the first place.”

Balthazar considered that question, then pushed it aside to deal with the matter at hand. “We could pretend we were going to meet up. That you saw this vision right before I got there.”

“I guess that would work,” I admitted. “Lucas and I used to—Well, we went there together once.”