‘Actually,’ I say hesitantly, flinching as the phoenix’s fire heats up the bus, ‘Gabby was right... I just didn’t leave any of my saliva in your wound. Or you would be like me right now. Well. It would probably take a few more hours to transform, but you get my point.’ I say in a rush. Auvrea and Gabby look at me surprised. I probably shouldn’t have said that. Too late. I sigh and slouch into my seat, hoping that both the angels go away soon and stop driving me half crazy. Auvrea tried to stop my hunger from rising, but it’s not lasted long at all.