Chapter 11
“Michelle’s never mentioned it to me. Though given the size of her book collection, I’d guess that whatever she is, she’s been around for a while.”
“Try more like forever.” Gideon looked less than pleased with his clarification. “She’s a historian. Kind of. A keeper. Basically, she sticks around to make sure nobody fucks with shit they shouldn’t. Like dimensions.”
“But because she’s as concerned about you as we are,” Emma interjected, “she suggested we do this. She guarantees she can get us where we want to go.”
Jesse glanced down, pretending to be fascinated by the brown pattern of his toast. They were basically telling him that they were willing to bend the rules of reality, cross boundaries people should not cross, and possibly risk their lives in the process, on the off-chance that it would help Jesse come to terms with himself. And he was willing to tell them no thank you.Over a girl.