Chapter 8Emma shivered inside her thick jacket. It wasn’t because she was cold; Gideon had the heat blasting inside Jesse’s Jeep. But she was curled up into a small ball in the back seat, pressed against the door, watching the buildings pass by in streaks of neon and shadow. Nerves. That was what it was. And thank God, Gideon had insisted she have her walls up tonight for the first time since the punishment began, or Jesse would be all over this.
Because tonight, on what was supposed to be the last night of their punishment, the test of everything Gideon had meant to teach them, Emma was doing something she hadn’t done since the night she’d met them.
She was going back to Sangre.
She didn’t hate the vampire club. She knew what kind of release it gave to Jesse and Gideon. How, within its
