Chapter 10
The last time Jesse felt like a teenager sneaking in after curfew was when he was fifteen, and he had been sneaking in after curfew. Not that he had a curfew now, of course. He came and went as he pleased, and if it pleased him to stay out until after ten o’clock on his vacation, then he damned well would.
But his bravado didn’t change the threads of guilt winding through him. He had called Marcus just a few hours after the end of their meeting and asked if they could meet for dinner that night. Dinner turned into dessert, and drinks, and coffee, and time escaped from Jesse. Marcus had regaled him with stories of Gideon and Mary, and Jesse had lapped up every single word, captivated. They were stories Gideon wouldn’t want him to know. They were stories about a vampire who wasn
