Chapter 74

Time was ticking. With each minute that passed, Gideon felt more and more uneasy, his muscles tense and hot, his nerves frayed. He hadn’t said anything to Jesse yet, but there were moments when he thought he would fly apart, like the dimension recognized him as an outsider and would dissemble him, cell by cell, if he didn’t leave. It was one reason why he’d clung so hard to Jess as they napped. He needed something solid to hold on to.

Gideon did his best to ignore the added sensitivities as he strode purposefully toward Sangre. He ignored the way the bite in the air made his skin crackle, and he tried not to focus on the way colors seemed to blur into a watercolor left out in the rain. He wouldn’t let the dimensional magic win before he had the chance to save Mary and the others, and he couldn’t let Jesse down in returning home when it was all done.