(Jessie’s POV)
The next day came and went, with Nick spending as much time with me as he could. He was always very cautious, but at least he was there. He would bring me cups of “food” but I kept turning them down. “Yah know, kiddo. Starvation is an awful way to go. You need to eat so those wounds will finish healing up. Just because you don’t have any outward wounds doesn’t mean the internal damage is healed yet.”
He’d said something like that to me twice now and I gave him a nod to show I understood what he was saying. But I just couldn’t do it. The thought of ingesting human blood just made me sick.
It was late in the day when Nick came back. I knew right away something was wrong because Nick was looking at me with pity in his eyes. I hated that look. “What’s wrong?” I asked simpl
