He cocked a brow. “If you think she’s going to feel left out, you can always show me where she is. The more the merrier.”
This wasn’t some sick, horrible joke. Gideon was serious. And he was still hungry. Jesse swallowed his bile, afraid he would vomit all over his shoes. He took a half-step back, and Gideon mirrored him, taking a step forward. He suspected if he ran, Gideon would give chase. But he couldn’t hold his ground. Not now. Not until he was better prepared. And armed.
Jesse spun on his heel and ran. Gideon’s dark, low chuckle echoed after him and rolled through his body.11
“Block the door,” Jesse said, as soon as he burst into the library. “Shut the door and block it.”
“What?” Michelle’s voice.
“Block the fucking door! Use the furniture. Use whatever you can find. Emma, come here.”