Chapter 12
It had been a long time since Gideon had woken up on the floor. In spite of his more dangerous tendencies, he had always been a vampire of creature comforts. He liked a good whiskey, a better steak, and a firm mattress. The cold floor of a dungeon with his arm for a pillow was not his idea of a good time.
Grimacing, he sat up, rolling his neck until it cracked. Jesse and Emma had looked comfortable when he’d poked his head into the bedroom at dawn, but the sight of the invitation sitting on the nightstand, the way Jesse had refused to take his word, kept him from venturing in to join them. His reaction had been extreme, and he knew all it would have taken to ease Jesse’s mind was to tell him why, but…
How to explain seeing the name of a dead woman embossed in careful script a
