Chapter 74

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Jesse sat cross-legged on the bed. Theirbed. The bed they had shared with Emma. The bed where he still dreamed of her. The bed that she would be returning to soon. He held her collar between his fingers, sliding his thumb up and down the smooth leather. She had been so proud of it, had worn it as often as she could. Why wasn’t she wearing it the morning Castelain took her? There must have been a reason, but Jesse couldn’t remember it now. That energy he had felt—her strength and fear and all the delicious nuances in between—was still coursing through his body.

Gideon stood by the door, arms folded over his chest. Though Jesse had asked him to sit, he’d refused, and now Jesse wished he’d been a little more persistent. Gideon’s hovering wasn’t helping him relax.

“You’re sure you can find her this way?” Gideon asked, not for the first time. Not even for the second.