Gideon's POV
I was still trapped in the war room, pacing the length of the long timber table because going back up to my suite was a torture I couldn't handle. Every time I stepped near her, every time I caught the faint, broken scent of her beneath the lingering violence of Lucian's mark, Kane clawed at my chest to wrap around her and never let go. I couldn't touch her without wanting to heal every single scar, and right now, my touch only terrified her.
The heavy iron hinges groaned as the door opened, and Dr. Ian walked back in.
I turned instantly to look at him, my Alpha authority flaring before I could pull it back. "Did you find anything out?"
Ian let out a long, heavy sigh, pulling off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "No," he admitted quietly. "I don't think she'
