~Jeremy’s POV~

Here I was- offering my damn blood for someone I had sworn to be enemies with forever. I used to think I wouldn’t care if Zayne died. In fact, there were times I had wanted it to be by my hands- if he was ever going to die.

But here I was…

Every eyes in the room burned into me after offering to donate my blood for him. I knew they were just as surprised as myself. I wished I really didn’t care how it would end with him. Newsflash- I still had a soft small spot hidden ...