“What? What’s wrong?” He’s looking from side to side, like there’s a threat in the room. The gentle pull feels just a bit tighter. “I don’t know how it’s possible. It shouldn’t be possible. There’s no way, right? I mean, how could there be?” I reach up to rub Devon’s mark and when I bring my hand down to look at it, there’s the thinnest smear of blood on my fingers. “Did you taste blood when you bit me, Jasper?”
