Page 87 of The Eleventh Hour
I look out the car window. “Stop.”
“What?” Dane snaps.
“Just stop. There’s something I need to do.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now,” I growl back, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror.
He pulls the car to a stop on the side of the road.
“Uh, Jax, there’s nothing out here,” Rafe points out.
“Exactly.” I slide out of the car and march to the nearest building. I slip through the chain-locked door, squeezing through the gap, and head into the deepest, darkest corner.
“G?”
I turn in a slow circle, waiting, my heart thumping. He appears behind me, his hands skating over my hips, causing my body to break out in goosebumps. It is so hard to resist leaning back into him.
“Gideon,” I turn in his arms, and his mouth slams down on mine.
Every doubt I had falls away. I don’t care. He is mine. I’m his.
“Holy shit.”
Dane’s shocked hiss breaks into my mind, and I pull myself back. Gideon glares over my shoulder at the guys.
“We need to talk,” I tell him.
No, we don’t. I know what I need to know. He’s mine, I don’t care who he was or what he is.
I lead him over to Dane and Rafael, and the violence level seems to go through the roof, pulsing into the air around us.
“Guys, this is Gideon. G, this is Rafe and Dane.”
They don’t speak. I don’t really expect them to. They stare at each other with a cold hostility that I don’t think will ever be bridged.
“Gideon, can you tell me your name? The one you had before you died?”
His gaze is slow to return to mine, but when it does, he shakes his head.
“Oh.” I’m disappointed, but not entirely surprised.
“Are you going to hurt her?” Dane growls.
Gideon snarls back. “No.”
“Are you sucking her life force?”
Oh, my god, what kind of question is that? I’m embarrassed and furious. I want to slap him.
Gideon steps closer to Dane and shakes his head.
“Are you helping her stalker? Are you her stalker?”
Gideon makes a move that is clearly a threat.
“Did you put all the scars on her body? There’s a fucking huge one on her thigh and burns on her chest and stomach. Was that you?”