Gideon came to a stop at the bar, but Jess hung back as he ordered a pint of blood and a double whiskey. As they waited for the order to be filled, Gideon turned around and leaned against the bar, his elbows resting on the edge.
“So?” His gaze was glittering. It was difficult to tell in the dim lighting if that was a trick of Jesse’s overactive imagination or a result of being so near to his demon. “What do you think?”
Jesse didn’t respond immediately. It’s nice, his typical non-answer, was entirely inappropriate. This place wasn’t nice by any definition of the word. Scary? Loud? Thrilling? All true, but also probably not the answer Gideon wanted.
“It’s not anything like I expected,” Jesse said, not bothering to raise his voice over the music. He decided to go with honesty. If Gideon di
