Helanie:
"What? Who do you need to feed blood to?" I watched him look around and frown in confusion. His behavior was concerning.
"My brother—he is, um, special. He needs blood to stop himself from attacking people… to stop him from going into the—population," he was speaking incoherently, completely unlike how he had acted back at the motel room.
This time, he seemed completely lost.
"He needs me," Emmet suddenly tried to get up, but I pushed him back, making him sit down. I had to cup his face in my tiny hands and make him look me in the eye.
"You need to focus on your own health. You're all messed up right now. I don't think it's safe for you to go back into the woods," I refused to let him go.
He suddenly froze when he felt my hands on his cheeks. The way his eyes lingered on my face sent shivers down my spine.
"Emmet, are you listening to me?" I asked, and he nodded timidly. For a man as big as him, he seemed almost… delicate when he wasn't in his usual powerful state.
