Chapter 9

"What did you do to him?" Amber flared up, listening to the steady heartbeat in Al's chest

"Me?" I stared at her, in shock, how dare she blame me,

"You were the one who took a healthy bite out of my arm because it was you who said, this— my blood could save him,"

"Yes, I did. That's before I knew I know he would be resurrected from the dead!" She threw her arm up in frustration,

I didn't feel like shouting, honestly, I just wanted to know if Al was going to be ok,

"What's happening to him?" I whispered,

"I don't magic blood," she taunted, rolling her eyes, "He is doing fine until you popped out of nowhere, bringing your drama and baggage back into our lives. In fact... How did it happen? How did Al get shot? Huh?"

I blinked a few times, knowing it my fault, and if I tell her this, she would shout at me more. But I have this feeling