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Chapter 17Jesse hesitated outside the closed apartment door, listening for any signs of movement. Everything was silent. Relieved, he let himself in to the apartment, only to stop short. Gideon was standing in the center of the room, his eyes flashing, and every line of his body bespoke of a tense anger. If Jesse didn’t know better, he’d almost think it was the other Gideon waiting for him. His earlier hope of explaining everything before Gideon became upset completely vanished. “You’re not dead.” “No. Alive and well.” “Not that I would have known.” “I’m sorry. I just wanted to go and see Michelle.” He didn’t see Gideon move. The air knocked from Jesse’s lungs as Gideon shoved him back to the wall, fingers pinching into the sinew of his shoulder where Gideon had him pinned. Gold glin