Sera's POV
I kept my arms tightly crossed over my chest, staring stubbornly out the carriage window as the rugged mountain trail bounced us along.
I was annoyed. Beyond annoyed, really.
When Gideon announced he had to personally oversee the reopening of the Ironridge mines, I had planned on staying safely back at the castle—resting, relaxing, maybe getting some actual peace and quiet. But no. My sexy, infuriatingly overprotective mate flatly refused to leave me behind. If he had to go, I had to go. According to Gideon, leaving his pregnant mate behind for a day was completely out of the question, no matter how many guards were left at Whitepeak.
Gideon reached across the plush leather seat, his massive hand gently coming to rest on my knee. "Please don't be mad, my love," he murmured,
