Chapter 38

He snapped out of whatever spell he was under as soon as Gideon reached his side. He shoved the front door open without further hesitation, and they both ran to the car. The ground was hot on his bare feet, and his ankles burned with each step, the skin searing each time a foot cleared the edge of the blanket. Jesse threw the back door open and Gideon dove for the seat, pulling the blanket tight around him as the door slammed shut.

“Drive, but don’t get us killed.”

Under the blanket, Gideon’s eyes widened at Jesse’s instruction to Dominique. “Does she even reach the pedals?”

“Well enough to get your ass out of here,” she snapped.

The car lurched forward, then jerked, Dominique swearing under her breath. The scent of blood permeated the interior, carrying with it the seared smell of his flesh, but he didn’t have to focus on it before the car was moving again, the engine revving as Dominique struggled to find a gear.

“Any day now,” Gideon called out.