Chapter 61

At some point in the night, Emma crawled into bed next to him and slept half atop his chest. Gideon pulled her into his arms and slept better those hours she stayed than he had any other. When he stirred at dawn, though, she was already gone—off helping Jesse with whatever he was doing to try and solve this dilemma with her empathic abilities.

Gideon rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head. He wasn’t ready to face Jesse in the aftermath of their argument.

Another dream. Another lock of his muscles. Frozen. Impotent. Panicked.

Something soft whispered across the back of his neck.

“Gideon…”

Emma’s voice broke through the stasis, and the dream scattered to the far corners of his consciousness. He didn’t open his eyes, but the softness returned. Warm, he realized. Her lips burned away the last remaining vestiges.