Chapter 23

Genevieve Beaumont. The name Gideon had spoken that night during the storm, like a scar that still hurt when touched. The woman who had betrayed him in the worst possible way. And now here she was, her hand extended toward me, a calculated smile on her perfect lips.

"A pleasure to meet you," I replied, gripping her hand harder than I intended. "Tessa Thorne."

"Tessa," she repeated, as if tasting