Jem froze. Grey froze too. He looked back at him. He smiled a little, and they continued walking.
‘You don’t get to decide if I keep my mate.’
‘He’s my mate too,’ Jem hissed.
‘You have no choice in this, Jem. You will not f*****g reject him.’
‘Why are you so bothered now? You’ve been gone for the last year and a half.’
‘Because it’s your f*****g fault,’ he snapped back. ‘I told you what would happen, and you still f*****g went and did it!’
‘I wasn’t going to let him die!’
‘We have one f*****g rule. We do not kill others of our kind unless for self-defence! That man did not harm you.’
‘He’s your mate! How could you say that!’ Jem snapped back.
‘Because we met back then! You have f****d us all over!’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Jem whispered. He didn’t reply. ‘WHAT DOES THAT ME
