Chapter 13
It was just as well that Gideon was secure in a cage, because Jesse didn’t want to talk to him. He kept thinking about the girl—the vampire—sobbing about the boy she loved, hanging miserably in the interrogation room. Fortunately, he had a good excuse to bury himself in work and obsess over something other than the vampire. Which meant, of course, that Jess couldn’t stop thinking about him
He slept for a few hours, but his dreams were covered in thick black fluid, like tar, and when he woke up, he felt sick to his stomach. He needed to find an antidote, needed to figure out a way to deliver the substance, and why hadn’t he paid attention to all the lectures from his father about the shared properties of magic and chemistry? He didn’t eat. He couldn’t. His appetite had disappea
