BRIENNA’S POV
“Fantastic question.” Gideon settles back, warming to it. “Theory one: you’re secretly a three-hundred-year-old witch, and you’ve been lying to all of us. Theory two: the Moon Goddess has taken a personal interest in your s*x life. Theory three, and this is my favourite: you’re simply too stubborn to die, which, having met you, I find extremely plausible—”
“I like theory three,” Caspian says.
“—theory four, you’re something none of us has a name for yet, which is the boring answer, so I’m sticking with the witch.”
I look between the three of them.
My own frown intensifies because none of this makes any sense.
What the hell is Fiora’s problem, anyway?
I understand the malice of wanting Adam, but I made it perfectly clear that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with eithe
