#Chapter 33: The Plea

Gideon

As the night wound down and the energy of the event began to fade, I slipped away from the mingling crowd. The conversation I’d just had with Mordred lingered in my mind, like an echo I couldn’t quite shake. He had been warm, even kind—an unexpected balm to the tension that had gripped me all evening.

Our conversation was easy, the kind I hadn’t realized I missed until it happened. I’d felt