Chapter 258: Twelve Names Less

I heaved a sigh of relief; I had dodged a bullet. 

"Thank you, Nicole," I said earnestly. "If you hadn't arrived when you did, I think both Kyle and I would've perished right there and then."

"'Kyle' this, 'Kyle' that," Damon muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest. He leaned against the wall adjacent to the bed I was in, scowling deeply. "Since when did you two become the best of friends? Do you think he'll be grateful that you saved his life?"

There was just the tiniest bit of jealousy sent through our bond, and I instantly recognized this as a way Damon was using to mend the awkward tension from before. I was grateful, truly, that he wasn't as angry with me as he should be. 

If the tables were turned, I might have not been that gracious.