Chapter 3Gideon lied.
The sight of the woman from the church had initially roused a wall of fury inside him. Especially when he saw the stake she clutched in her tight little hand. Did she really think she could just show up at his home and try to finish what she hadn’t managed the night before? Didn’t she know who he was? Well, obviously, she did, or she wouldn’t have found out where he lived. But still. It galled.
Then the throb in his chest reminded him how closely he’d come to true death. At her hand. And he hadn’t healed yet from it, far from it. There wasn’t anybody else in the apartment or corridor, but it would still hurt like hell to fight right now. Not that he wasn’t sure he’d still win. He would. She was just a human after all, and a woman to boot.
He still would have prefer
