#Chapter 152: Midnight Meetings

Tessa

The image of Vivienne in my jewelry was burned into my mind as I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was almost midnight, and sleep still refused to come. The house felt too quiet, too empty without Gideon.

He hadn’t come home.

His secretary had said he was on “confidential pack business”. So confidential, apparently, that he couldn’t even tell me what it was.

But maybe it didn’t have an