Chapter 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 f*****g door! Use the furniture. Use whatever you can find. Emma, come here.”
He felt her heat first, her small hands light and soothing as she reached for his arm. She jumped at the first contact, then curled her fingers even more tightly around the muscle, a wash of worry flooding through the touch.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“I’m not sure.” Jesse didn’t want to do it, but he made sure to block his mind from her. He was scared. She wouldn’t be able to miss that. But she didn’t need to know the depth of that fear. “Something…something happened to Gideon. He’s out there now, and we can’t let him get in here.”
“What happened? If he’s hurt
