Sera's POV
Olivia and I were sitting by the window, sharing laughs over some ridiculous stories from her early days in enforcer training, when the heavy oak door clicked open.
Gideon stepped into the room, his towering frame practically filling the doorway. In his hands, he carried a large, beautiful wooden box with brass latches, along with a thick stack of textured paper and a smooth sketch board tucked under his arm.
"Back already?" I asked, looking up with a bright smile. "And what's all that?"
A warm, secretive smirk touched his lips as he crossed the room and set the heavy box and supplies onto the small table near the bed. "Come look," he said gently, his golden eyes watching me expectantly.
Curiosity pulling at me, I slid off the edge of the bed and walked over to the table.
