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If it had been anyone other than Rina, Gideon would’ve gone out with the intent to kill. It was one thing to share Jess at Sangre; it was something else entirely for vampires to think Jess was fair game just because they came across him on the street. Jess was his. It was entirely unacceptable for them to treat him as less than he was.
But he wasn’t going to kill Rina. She’d run as soon as the antidote hit, Jess had said. It wasn’t her fault, but the drug’s. Besides, he needed her. She’d already helped him find Tricia. Now it was time to put her to use again and locate Henry.
Her trail was easy to find, the blood still fresh. Gideon broke into a run, following it down a side street and into a squat. He didn’t have to go far. She was huddled in a corner in a west-facing room near the front of the building.