Sera's POV
By late afternoon, the crisp autumn sun was filtering softly through the high windows of our suite, casting warm, golden rays across the bedroom. The steam from our shared shower had long dissipated, leaving behind the comforting scent of rain, cedar, and honeysuckle.
I sat at the edge of the large bed, combing through my damp copper curls as I watched Gideon get dressed. He pulled a fresh tunic over his head, the broad muscles of his back flexing smoothly with every movement. Even after everything we had shared earlier, there was still a faint, lingering shadow of tension resting in the set of his shoulders.
I paused, setting the wooden comb down in my lap. "What made you so angry earlier?" I asked softly. "You know... before you came to the armory?"
Gideon turned, pausing
