Chapter 16Jesse slid down the wall and landed on the floor. He needed to put more space between him and the living room—between him and Emma. He didn’t understand exactly what was happening, but he was having a hard time thinking about anything. Tears stung the back of his eyes as terror and rage attacked him in turns. Were any of those emotions his? Did he even have emotions anymore? Had they been overgrown, entangled, starved?
Emma kept crying out for him. Every instinct in his body told him to run to her. But Gideon had told him to get out. And nothing made sense. Was he afraid of Gideon? Was he afraid for Emma? The horror weakened him. The fury made the walls bleed stark crimson, and prompted him to believe he could tear Gideon from limb to limb to get at Emma. But he wasn’t angry wit
