And there was strength. He never needed to be told that vampires were strong. Now it flowed through him. It fueled him. His own power flared in response, and he let it flow backward to gain strength before Emma mirrored it back to him. It was the feedback loop, only now it wasn’t a simple loop. Nothing existed, except through Gideon.
Emma made a small sound in the back of her throat, but her eyelids remained shut, her body leaning more heavily against Gideon’s. When Gideon lifted his head, the burn in his eyes, gone golden as he’d vamped out from the influx of emotions, did as much to fuel Jesse as the reinforced connection. His grip tightened on Jesse’s wrist. It might have been excruciating under other circumstances.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. The conciliation slamming through the loop nearly knocked Jesse back onto his ass. “All I can say is I’m trying.”