Avery’s POV
The tug of Gideon’s arm around me, his hand on my waist, tethered me to him as he drew me out of danger and spun me into the dance seamlessly.
And just like that, it felt like the pressure that had been building up within me released. The danger I had felt on all sides fell away, and my world closed in in a totally different way.
There was only Gideon and I, our feet moving around each other, as we spun in unison and drifted through the universe.
I could barely hear the swell of the orchestra as we danced. Gideon’s eyes were fixed on me, and while his gaze felt distant, it was also neutral. He didn’t hate me.
The tension I had been holding slithered out of my body. My shoulders relaxed, and I leaned into him gratefully. His strong hand clasped around mine as he pushed
