Jacquelyn's hand around Kael's waist didn't go down for several minutes. The girl wasn't thinking about anything; all she could remember was that she had almost died a few minutes ago. She had seen her own death, right in front of her. The height she fell from was enough to scatter her head on the hard floor, and just imagining herself dead on the cold floor on the very first day she was visiting her family made Jacquelyn grip Kael's hand, holding him closely.
She didn't want to be separated from him even for a minute; every time she left his side, there was trouble. The first time was when she went hunting, then at the House of Nox when those vampires tried to feast on her, at the market when she stopped following Kael, and then the previous night when she was escaping with Griselda, and finally now.
