Grace's POV.
I hurried to Jackson's side. He grunted as he tried to support his weight on his hands and lift himself up from the ground.
He slumped forward again. Blood was still seeping out of the massive gash on the back of his head.
Next to him was a bloody crystal vase - if Jackson didn't have supernatural healing abilities, he probably would have been dead.
"Easy, easy..."
I whispered as I tucked my arms under his and helped him up.
"Sit down. I'll get you some ice for that."
He grunted again, loudly, and gingerly touched his fingers to the wound on his head - he winced, scrunching up his entire face.
Rhyder was watching us with a strange expression on his face. His eyes slowly scanned over the scene: the chair that he had shattered moments before, the bloody vase lying next t
