Gideon's POV
The morning air had a sharp, bitter chill to it, but the quiet rage stirring beneath my skin kept the cold at bay.
It was the day after Sera’s tearful confession, and I had spent the night in a guest room a floor below her suite. Being away from her was torture, but I knew she needed space, and I refused to make her feel cornered. Still, the absolute silence from Lucian was driving me up the wall. No scout reports, no messengers, no retaliatory strikes on our border—just an eerie, suffocating quiet that made every tactical instinct I had scream that a storm was brewing.
The only thing keeping me anchored, keeping Kane from tearing through the hallways in a blind frenzy, was the lingering memory of last night.
I could still feel the fragile softness of her lips under mine,
