He found Gideon near the sidewalk, toward the far corner of the property.
“Well?” Gideon demanded. “What’s going on?”
Jesse didn’t want to answer Gideon. He wanted to push him to the ground and cover him with his hands, and his mouth, and his eyes, until the sick feeling low in his gut finally went away.
“He’s really injured. He must have been jumped by a whole gang. Nearly decapitated. Smashed foot…covered in bruises. Mary insisted we take him to her apartment.” Gideon opened his mouth, and Jesse realized he did not want to hear the same protest coming from his lips. “I know what you’re going to say. It’s already been decided. Gideon…it wasn’t a random attack.”
Gideon froze. “What do you mean? We already got rid of the vamps who targeted me in our dimension. What the hell is so different in this one?”