#Chapter 114: Ghosts of the Past

Tessa

Watching Gideon and Maisie run away felt like a knife twisting in my gut. I wanted to go to them, but I couldn’t. Not yet. I still had to deal with Mordred.

I resisted the urge to slap him, although my hand twitched at my side. Instead, I took a step back, putting as much distance between us as possible. My cheeks still burned with anger, and my heart was still racing from the confrontation