Avery’s POV
“I know what you’re doing.” Gideon said as his hand fisted in my hair. I gasped as he hauled me to my feet.
“W-what?” I winced.
“I told you, those tricks don’t work on me.” Gideon said sternly, releasing me.
Tricks? He thought… That I was trying to seduce him?
I glared at him for the presumption, even as I blushed wondering what he had thought I was trying to do?
“I dropped the pen.” I said, pointedly. Gideon’s eyebrow quirked, his expression full of disbelief.
My heart ached as I saw mistrust crawl across his face. Being so misunderstood by Gideon hurt much more than it should have at this point.
He had been raised in an atmosphere of intense expectations, where even the bonds of family meant nothing when power was on the line. Gideon saw ghosts and enemies everywh
