#Chapter 158: Hidden Meetings

Tessa & Gideon

Tessa

The cool champagne slid down my throat as Mordred tilted the glass against my lips. The alcohol warmed my chest almost immediately, and my nausea ebbed away like a receding tide.

“Better?” Mordred asked, lowering the glass.

I nodded, trying to process what I’d just seen. Vivienne in a wedding gown. Here. Tonight. The implications made my head spin all over again.

“Come on,” Mo