““I was ready when Quentin approached me after school the following day. “Genie,” he said. “Please. Let me expl—moomph!” “Stay away,” I said, mashing the bulb of garlic into his face as hard as I could. I didn’t have any crosses or holy water at home. I had to work with what was available. Quentin slowly picked the cloves out of my hand before popping them into his mouth. “That’s white vampires,” he said, chewing and swallowing the raw garlic like a bite of fruit. “If I was a jiangshi you should have brought a mirror.” I wrinkled my nose. “You’re going to stink now.” “What, like a Chinese?” He pursed his lips and blew a kiss at me. Instead of being pungent, his breath was sweet with plum blossoms and coconut. Like his body magically refused to be anything but intensely appealing to me, even on a molecular level. I tried to swat away his scent before it made me drunk.””
