There was a reason Gideon was acting out like this. Emma had to trust that Jesse was going to find it in time.
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Jesse was extremely fit. He had to be, because of his role in Gideon’s life. If Gideon was chasing a vampire through Chicago’s streets, Jesse needed to be able to keep up. If Gideon wanted to fuck from dawn to dusk, Jesse needed to be able to keep up then, too. But he could not remember the last time he had sprinted like this. The fear and adrenaline pumping through his veins helped considerably, but all the adrenaline in the world couldn’t counter the endless flights of stairs. He took Gideon up to the third floor, through the east wing, back down to the second floor, across to the service stairs, and into the kitchen.
He heard Gideon behind him. For once, the dark house was his ally. It sharpened his other senses, especially his ears. And it betrayed Gideon with every creaking step of the ancient wood.