Jessica/Tessa’s pov;
I tried to smile, but It felt as though my face didn’t belong to me anymore.
“You’re safe,” I whispered. “That’s what matters.”
I saw something wet slid down from his panic stricken eyes and a mix of something that looked like anger. “You i***t,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to mine. “You don’t know…”
He stopped.
Because he felt it too, my pulse. It was weak and erratic..
The elders approached slowly, their expressions unreadable. One of them knelt close to me, placing two fingers against my wrist. He frowned.
“She offered heart blood,” he said hoarsely. “Not even a drop. A channel.”
The crowd began to murmur. Everyone suddenly had something to say.
“That’s impossible.”
“Is she a pure…”
“She’s not….”
“She shouldn’t be alive…”
“That’s dangerous!”
“Wh
