Gideon’s POV
Dierdra crumpled on the floor at my feet, her doll-like figure tragic and despondent as her waifish form was wracked with silent sobs.
In front of me, Avery stood, pale and silent as a ghost. She was swaying slightly, as though shaken by an invisible breeze. My arms still felt the slight weight of her as I had carried her up the stairs.
Her body was consuming massive amounts of energy just trying to heal the substantial injuries she had suffered during the rogue incursion. She needed to be in bed, resting.
When she had arrived in my office she had already looked like she was on death’s doorstep. When she had told me she wanted a divorce, it had seemed to take the rest of her strength with it. Now, she looked on the verge of collapsing.
Being stuck between the two of t
