Chapter 13
Gideon tried to give Jesse more space than usual as they prepared to go to the exhibit. He refused to speak about it, but the tension Jess exuded was like grit in the back of Gideon’s throat, dry and coarse as it threatened to choke him. They didn’t know what to expect. Andre’s details had been vague, and the only thing they knew for sure was there were three other people vying for a single spot. They had no clue how many vampires—or people—would be in attendance, nor how they were being judged.
“How can you put restrictions on art?” Andre had said.
So Gideon loaded the van they’d rented, while he waited for Jess to return from dropping Emma at Michelle’s. As he’d predicted, she had begged off helping to bodypaint Jesse, though the excuse she gave made it unclear whether it w
