The first thing he felt was blood trickling into his eye.
The second was the bitter bite of rage.
Gideon bolted to his feet, reeling enough from the sudden shift for his hand to shoot out and grab the counter for balance. His head swiveled, looking for Marcus. Where had the bastard gone?
You brought me a little treat.
His gaze snapped to the monitors.
Emma.
Fuck.
He ran without waiting, following the trail Marcus had left. There was blood—Jesse’s—and there were the pheromones betraying just how little humanity Brooker had left. Gideon raced blindly through the corridors, jostling against corners that leapt out of nowhere, leaving smears along the beige walls when he fought to retain his balance.
He had told Emma not to dawdle, to get Jesse out of there as fast as she could, and he’
