Emma half-heartedly took a bite of the sandwich she’d made, but her appetite was completely gone. The jam tasted like sawdust on her tongue, and she only tried to choke down a single mouthful before discarding her dinner, tossing it into the trash. She was studying the contents of the fridge, looking for anything remotely palatable, when the penthouse door flew open with a loud crash.
Emma hurried out of the kitchen, just in time to see Gideon drag Jesse—no, it wasn’t Jesse. Emma blinked, trying to make the scene in front of her make sense. A flash of yellow eyes told her this strange person was a vampire. A vampire who looked like Jesse?
“Gideon?”
Gideon didn’t even look at her. He marched the vampire into the dungeon and went directly to the chains hanging from the ceiling. Emma watch
