Chapter 15
There had once been a time when Jesse spent at least five or six hours of every twenty-four at his own place. He went back to his apartment to shower, sleep, eat, and change, like a normal person, even when they were in the middle of a case. Now every hour he spent at his own place felt like some sort of bizarre punishment. Gideon hadn’t sent him away, of course, but it felt like it.
It took just over thirty-six long hours to perfect his own elixir. Or get it to what he thought was perfection. He still needed to test it—and he didn’t think Gideon would be a willing subject, but there was no way he wanted to get caught in a bad situation with an unknown quantity.
It was thick, but not as thick as the elixir used in the obsidian, and it fit in a small spray bottle. He could rel
