Grey stared at Jem in shock, he wanted to make sure he was okay, but he was too scared to move.
“GO TO HIM.’ The sharp yell in his mind pulled him out of his trance as he stumbled over to Jem and stopped to stare at him.
"What?" Jem snapped, glaring at him; Grey rolled his eyes at the hostility.
"Are you okay?"
"You mean, besides the fact that a vampire just licked my face? And the fact he held a knife made of pure silver to my neck?" Grey stared at him, and he sighed. "I'm fine." He felt relief wash over him, and Jem looked almost surprised.
"Ew. Can you two lovebirds keep it in your pants?" Micah grumbled; he had regained some of his colours and no longer looked clammy.
"I will kill you," Jem seethed. He sighed as he wiped imaginary dirt off of himself. "The assembly."
He stormed
