#Chapter 63: Smoke & Mirrors

Tessa

By the time I stepped through the front door that night, I felt exhausted. Not even necessarily in a bad way—just the kind of tiredness that seeps into the soles of your feet and your shoulders and makes your eyes droop no matter how much coffee you drink.

From the dim light pooling out from under Gideon’s office door, I could tell he was working. Meanwhile, Maisie’s soft voice drifted down