Chapter 10
The drive back to the office was tense. Gideon knew Jess was in knots over his misplaced trust in John, but he couldn’t get his thoughts away from the inky fluid sloshing around in the jar Jess so carefully cradled. He kept glancing at it out of the corner of his eye, watching it cling to the smooth glass before dripping back down to pool in the bottom, remembering what it had felt like seeping into his skin. Like fire being set to his veins. It was more potent than drinking blood or feeling a heart falter on his tongue.
He would never admit it aloud, not to Jess, not to anybody, but Gideon had reveled in the liberation of those few hours when he’d been high on the obsidian. It was freedom not to care about the restraints society—both human and vampire—placed on him. The only
