Chapter 16Gideon’s first instinct was to go out and hunt, but crossing the threshold of the house, abandoning Jesse and Emma behind him in favor of the cold and unknown, proved more difficult than he’d expected. It would vent some of his frustrations to tear someone apart limb by limb, but then what? He’d have to return to the house, to his bed, to Jesse and Emma, and face the fact that not only couldn’t he deal with his own failure, but apparently, he couldn’t even curb his bitter jealousy.
The faint noise of the TV drew him to the living room instead, and he stood in the doorway, watching Gene Wilder and Cleavon Little chat on the flickering screen.
“Either come in, or shut the door. I hate that f*****g hovering.”
He couldn’t see anything but the very top of Dominique’s head over the
