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. He scanned him from head to toe, and besides the small nick on his neck, he wasn’t hurt anywhere else. Despite knowing this, he couldn’t calm his heart.
"What?" Jem snapped, glaring at him; Grey rolled his eyes at the hostility.
"Are you okay?" he managed to get out.
"You mean, besides the fact that a vampire just licked my face? And the fact that 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 grumble
