And blood's gushing from Vexx's neck in an unreal geyser so shocking that I don't clap my hands over it right away. The dark red burst floods through the spaces between my fingers, looking nothing at all like corn syrup.
Jericho's already gone, not-quite-sharp-enough eyes peeled for the sniper.
"Wren," Vexx mumbles, fingers just barely touching my elbow, "it hurts-"
"Don't talk." I press harder. "Carotid's grazed."
"Well then you have to."
I stare at him. "What?"
"Tell me something."
"What??"
"Anything. Tell me-" The blood makes another surge out. Vexx grits his teeth. "Tell me a story."
And I did.
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Well, now you know what order I read these in. I guess knee jerk reactions can be fun. Sometimes. My wrath is barely appeased, but I feel less like crawling away into a corner and crying for the rest of my life now. And how that boy can talk with a grazed capillary, I shall never know.
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Love. Forever <3