Gideon’s POV
They couldn’t have looked more different, the two women who stood before me on the path.
Dierdra was lovely in her sundress, frothy lace and pink cheeks. She was feminine, clean, and quiet. She brought me coffee in the mornings and tea in the afternoons and would perch on my chair pretending to be interested in what I was working on.
At night she would cling to me, making soft sighs and noises at every move I made. She made herself at home in my bed and my clothes. She was easy on the eyes and easy to get along with, agreeing with me at every turn.
With her wide, innocent eyes and my mark on her neck, she was who I should be falling in love with.
And then there was Avery.
Avery whose mass of curls writhed untamed around her head like serpents around Medusa. Avery who
