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Jasper nodded,
suddenly serious. He produced a fire extinguisher from behind his back and set
to work putting all the fires out. It only took him a minute as he moved
through each one like a terminator, and then the flowers were extinguished and
he was standing in front of Harper with the nozzle pointed in her direction.
“You look a little
hot—do I need to spray you down too?” he asked, only half joking. His
expression turned serious as he took in the tiny burn marks all over her body
and the smoke roiling from beneath her t-shirt. She was about to go up in
flames any minute!
“I don’t know!”
Harper cried, unable to figure any of this out.
Without another
word, Jasper doused her. “Close your eyes,” he warned a second before she was
covered in white foaming coolant. Harper spluttered and coughed and turned away
from the direct blast, and Jasper sprayed her back down too.
“Ugh!” she screeched
as she spit and spluttered until she was finally able to talk once again.
Jasper looked her over casually and shrugged.
“It worked didn’t
it?” he asked, and Harper opened her mouth to yell at him, but then shut it
again. It actually had worked. Nothing else was on fire, and besides the burns
she’d already suffered, she didn’t feel any new ones popping up.
“What happened?” she
asked.
“You mean besides
you almost burning yourself, and me by proxy, to death?” Jasper snapped. Harper
felt her temper flare, but she could also see where he was coming from. She
would hate to have her life tied to someone else’s the way his was.
“Yeah,” she said,
a bit meeker this time.
“Spraying you
distracted you from the spell. It severed the connection. You’ll need to learn
a few basics before you just start casting spells all over the house,” he
lectured her. Harper’s knees buckled and she sagged against the floor. Her body
ached like a bad rash from the burns, and a couple spots were already starting
to blister up.
“I’m sorry,”
Harper admitted, her throat a bit hoarse from smoke inhalation, and Jasper
sighed. It was obvious that he wanted to tear into her some more, but she was
also so pathetic that he felt a stirring of pity. He sighed and went over to
the sink and brought her back a glass of water, holding it out to her. Harper
shied away from it.
“Apology not
accepted,” he told her as he reached his fingers into the glass and shook the
cool drops in her face to show her that it was no longer boiling. Harper’s
fingers trembled as she took the glass and greedily chugged the entire thing.
She looked up at
Jasper and let out a tiny burp. “Oh!” she exclaimed, slapping her hand over her
mouth and wincing when it hurt her burns. “Excuse me.”
Jasper looked down
at her and couldn’t help shaking his head. She was as red as a lobster; he
couldn’t even tell if she was blushing or just burnt.
Jasper offered her
a hand up, and after a moment she took his hand, letting out a little squeak
when his palm closed around her burnt wrists. “You got lucky, this is really no
worse than a bad sunburn,” he remarked as his eyes travelled calculatingly over
her body, assessing the damage. “I can help you heal,” he offered, holding his
wrist up to his mouth and nicking the skin with the point of his razor-sharp
fangs. His blood bubbled to the surface, red and frothy, and Harper winced.
“Yeah. This part
is just like the movies. My blood will heal you.” Jasper started to crowd
closer to her, and Harper kept backing up until her back was pressed against
the counter. He held his wrist up to her mouth, and Harper’s entire being
rebelled against the idea of drinking blood, especially vampire blood. She
didn’t know enough about it to even make an informed decision. Would it turn
her into a vampire?
“I don’t want it,”
she managed to get out as he pushed his wrist closer. Harper pressed her lips
together tightly and shook her head.
“Do you always
have to be such a stubborn
suddenly serious. He produced a fire extinguisher from behind his back and set
to work putting all the fires out. It only took him a minute as he moved
through each one like a terminator, and then the flowers were extinguished and
he was standing in front of Harper with the nozzle pointed in her direction.
“You look a little
hot—do I need to spray you down too?” he asked, only half joking. His
expression turned serious as he took in the tiny burn marks all over her body
and the smoke roiling from beneath her t-shirt. She was about to go up in
flames any minute!
“I don’t know!”
Harper cried, unable to figure any of this out.
Without another
word, Jasper doused her. “Close your eyes,” he warned a second before she was
covered in white foaming coolant. Harper spluttered and coughed and turned away
from the direct blast, and Jasper sprayed her back down too.
“Ugh!” she screeched
as she spit and spluttered until she was finally able to talk once again.
Jasper looked her over casually and shrugged.
“It worked didn’t
it?” he asked, and Harper opened her mouth to yell at him, but then shut it
again. It actually had worked. Nothing else was on fire, and besides the burns
she’d already suffered, she didn’t feel any new ones popping up.
“What happened?” she
asked.
“You mean besides
you almost burning yourself, and me by proxy, to death?” Jasper snapped. Harper
felt her temper flare, but she could also see where he was coming from. She
would hate to have her life tied to someone else’s the way his was.
“Yeah,” she said,
a bit meeker this time.
“Spraying you
distracted you from the spell. It severed the connection. You’ll need to learn
a few basics before you just start casting spells all over the house,” he
lectured her. Harper’s knees buckled and she sagged against the floor. Her body
ached like a bad rash from the burns, and a couple spots were already starting
to blister up.
“I’m sorry,”
Harper admitted, her throat a bit hoarse from smoke inhalation, and Jasper
sighed. It was obvious that he wanted to tear into her some more, but she was
also so pathetic that he felt a stirring of pity. He sighed and went over to
the sink and brought her back a glass of water, holding it out to her. Harper
shied away from it.
“Apology not
accepted,” he told her as he reached his fingers into the glass and shook the
cool drops in her face to show her that it was no longer boiling. Harper’s
fingers trembled as she took the glass and greedily chugged the entire thing.
She looked up at
Jasper and let out a tiny burp. “Oh!” she exclaimed, slapping her hand over her
mouth and wincing when it hurt her burns. “Excuse me.”
Jasper looked down
at her and couldn’t help shaking his head. She was as red as a lobster; he
couldn’t even tell if she was blushing or just burnt.
Jasper offered her
a hand up, and after a moment she took his hand, letting out a little squeak
when his palm closed around her burnt wrists. “You got lucky, this is really no
worse than a bad sunburn,” he remarked as his eyes travelled calculatingly over
her body, assessing the damage. “I can help you heal,” he offered, holding his
wrist up to his mouth and nicking the skin with the point of his razor-sharp
fangs. His blood bubbled to the surface, red and frothy, and Harper winced.
“Yeah. This part
is just like the movies. My blood will heal you.” Jasper started to crowd
closer to her, and Harper kept backing up until her back was pressed against
the counter. He held his wrist up to her mouth, and Harper’s entire being
rebelled against the idea of drinking blood, especially vampire blood. She
didn’t know enough about it to even make an informed decision. Would it turn
her into a vampire?
“I don’t want it,”
she managed to get out as he pushed his wrist closer. Harper pressed her lips
together tightly and shook her head.
“Do you always
have to be such a stubborn
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