Chapter 17Jesse wanted to rush to Gideon’s side, but the sight of the hurlbat in Foster’s hand stopped him short. The weapon in Jesse’s hand pressed into his palm and the bottom of his fingers, and an alarmingly large part of him wanted to turn and throw the hurlbat at Gideon. He was the one responsible for the glowing blue and red tear shimmering over the cemetery. He was the reason it felt like somebody had scooped out his internal organs to replace with boiling tar. He was the one who needed to be stopped.
But Jesse didn’t let anything distract him from Foster. Foster would use any window of opportunity Jesse offered, even if it was only a few seconds. A few seconds would be enough time to bury the hurlbat in Jesse’s chest.
“Your lack of surprise only means I was right.” Foster wasn’t
