Avery’s POV
The ride back to Nightwolf Village was tense in every imaginable sense of the word. We had all come in a single car, and Gideon did not call for another, but he directed Dierdra to sit up front with the driver and he sat in the back with me.
“I trust you can survive the trip back without any further ‘medical emergencies,” he had growled in a tone that was utterly terrifying as he shut her door behind her.
The whole way back, I watched Gideon out of the corner of my eye. He said nothing further. His face was cold and impenetrable, none of the emotions that had been on display in Dierdra’s hospital room were still in evidence.
It was as though he had fully retreated into himself and only his mask remained.
I admired his skill.
At the same time, I pitied him. How terribl
