Peter facinelli

Chapter 14: Fragile

“Nessie, Nessie Please!” I heard a faint cry it sounded like Jacob but he was so far away. “Renesmee?” This time it was my mother with a frantic pitch to her voice. I felt something cold on my face I slowly opened my eyes. The lights were so bright; I tried to sit up but was immediately pulled back down. “Nessie, take it easy” my Grandpa Carlisle instructed. I opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out my throat was on ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and my head throbbing. My hands flew to my throat. My father spoke up, “She’s thirsty, Alice grab her a glass of blood quickly!”...