Avery’s POV
Every time I closed my eyes that night, I saw Gideon. Bleeding. Screaming. Naked and humiliated in front of the entire camp while I just stood there like a statue.
The image of Asher’s knife plunging into his side replayed over and over in my mind. He’d stabbed him with a silver blade earlier, ensuring that his wounds couldn’t heal. The sound of Gideon’s screams still echoed in my head.
And worst of all was the way that he had looked at me.
“Why are you just standing there?” he’d shouted. “Avery!”
I had just turned and walked away. The crowd parted like the sea, and Gideon’s shouts followed me all the way back to my tent.
I rolled over in bed, pulling the furs up to my chin. My baby kicked gently against my ribs. I placed my hand over my stomach.
I had to protect this ch
