“Slaine?” he asked as he darted towards the door. There was a broken vase on the floor, and beside the shattered jar, Slaine curled up in a ball, breathing heavily.
Jasper darted towards him, and when Slaine tried to move away, he got the hint. “Okay, I won’t touch you. But you need to slow down. You’re breathing too fast. You’re having a panic attack. You’re okay. Where's Levi? Do you want me to call Levi?”
Slaine nodded as he tried to slow his breathing down, and Jasper stood up and eyed the boy before he darted down the hallway to the kitchen.
“Levi,” he hissed to no one in particular. He knew the vampire could hear him, and he rolled his eyes at how petty he was being.
“Levi, stop being a little s**t and get your ass here. Slaine’s in-”
He didn’t finish his sentence as he jumped
