Chapter 9There had been a moment when Gideon debated whether or not to call Jesse. He wasn’t home. That meant he was busy with something far more pressing than sleep. If Gideon didn’t call, Jesse might not ever know. The entire incident could be put behind them as a simple mistake, incapable of being fathomed because Carly Serrano had disappeared.
Except she hadn’t. She had been right there on their doorstep when Gideon had returned home from his hunt. Her blood had soaked through her clothes, and half of her face was swollen from whatever beating she had taken.
Gideon couldn’t finish the job. Jesse had been right. Besides, Gideon couldn’t fault a woman wanting to stake him because she thought he did some monstrous thing.
He waited in the front lobby of Northwestern Memorial, grateful h
