Sera's POV
After we finished eating every last bite of the hot breakfast Gideon had brought up, we sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed, our fingers loosely laced together. Gideon took advantage of the quiet moment to update me on what had transpired in the gorge after the fight—how the shadow of Lucian's dark magic had completely collapsed the moment he died, and how nearly all the remaining rogues had immediately dropped their weapons and surrendered.
"It makes sense," I said softly, resting my head against his broad shoulder. "They were only fueled by that amplified, stolen magic. Once it broke, they were left with nothing. They weren't strong enough on their own, and they knew it."
Gideon squeezed my hand, leaning down to press a warm kiss against my temple.
A firm, respectful
