Elizabeth's Point Of View
Sebastian opens his mouth to say something but then closes it again, taking a deep breath as if calming himself, he turns his eyes to my arm, crimson drops trailing down it.
"We need to pull it out," He says.?
My eyes widen and I pull my arm away. "That sounds like a horrible idea."
Sebastian gives me an irritated look. "Are you intending to keep it then?"
"Maybe it'll become part of me?" I say unsurely.
"This is the reason you're rurnning a
fever," Sebastian says, grabbing my elbow and leading me to a patch of grass to sit down. "We need to get it out, you know it."
Too tired to argue anymore, I sighed. "Fine. Do it while I don't have the strength the kick you for it."
Sebastian nods, I watch as his finger sharpen at the edges. His eyes find mine for a moment.
"On three."