Avery’s POV
Avoidance became the name of the game from there on out.
Not avoidance of Gideon, or Camila.
Avoidance of myself. Of the inner monologue that kept trying to tell me that I might be making the wrong choice. I didn’t want to consider that possibility.
I didn’t want to consider that the only plan I had might be useless.
That I was useless.
The last few months of my life had been driven by other people’s decisions. When I stopped to consider why I kept trying to leave, it was staring me in the face that it might be the only control I had in my life.
My Luna duties were proscribed. My wifely duties were nonexistent, so long as Gideon and I remained hostile.
Not that he was being hostile to me. More like on guard.
I could sense his desire smoldering across our bond,
