Emily P.O.V.
It was bright outside, considering that it was well past eleven. There was a full moon casting shadows around the tall trees. Creatures of the night scurried hastily on the forrest floor. We were all ghostly pale in the moonlight.
"What is it?" inquired Alice.
"You'll see," I answered. I didn't really have the words to describe it.
I pulled Jasper farther into the clearing in front of the house. Stopping about twenty-five feet from the others, I turned to Jasper. We were about two feet apart, and I asked him to put his fingertips to mine. I knew that he trusted me, but I didn't have a clear picture of how much.
"Okay," I said, letting out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. I was preparing myself for what was to come. "Jazz? You're going to feel really hot and everything is going to go really hazy, okay?"
"Em, I don't know what you're doing," he said, "but I trust you."
That's what I needed to hear, I thought. I mustered all the power in my body to search for that little piece of Jasper from my toes to the tips of my fingers. That little piece of warmth, comfort, joy. I was giving it back to him. For now, anyway.