Chapter 39

Gideon had been stretched out on Mary’s bed, and looked quite happy to be there, despite his injuries. Mary was heating blood on the stovetop, like it was something she had done a thousand times before. Jesse had never heated blood on the stove, and he wondered if blood did the same thing milk did if you let it boil for too long.

Gideon had looked awful. It didn’t matter how much they cleaned him. It didn’t matter how much they bandaged him. Mary helped him into a clean shirt and a pair of sweats, covering up the worst of the bruises, and that didn’t even make a difference. Jesse thought he would stop feeling so sick with some time and distance. But it had been hours since they left Mary’s home, and he didn’t feel better. His Gideon was within touching distance, and he didn’t feel better.