“Jacob, what’s wrong?” A little, pixie-like girl with wispy, short hair came running up towards us and asked the segundo tan boy, Jacob, in a worried tone.
Jacob looked like he had just watched his best friend die in front of him. Seth continued to stare at me, and I had absolutely no idea what was going on.
“Seth imprinted.”
The pixie-like girl looked mortified. “What?”
Jacob growled, “Seth imprinted, Alice. Seth imprinted on this thing.
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