Chapter 39

Though he tried giving her the silver weapon thing that had sliced his hand and arm open, Dominique refused to handle it. Jesse had to settle for wrapping it in a torn piece of his shirt and putting it in the glove compartment while he drove. Anything that could hurt him had to be bad, she figured. Things were already whacked out beyond the norm, and the last thing she needed was for some Guardian mojo to start messing with her, too. If it could hurt him, and burn Gideon, what chance did a skinny little black girl have?

More, if she didn’t touch it.