Chapter 251: The Device

Tessa

The morning of Brooks’ funeral was gray, cold, and drizzly, which was rather fitting given the circumstances. I stood in front of the mirror, mechanically tugging on my simple black dress while Gideon grimly adjusted his tie in the background. His eyes briefly met mine, his lips tugging upwards into a thin-lipped smile that had no humor in it. I just stared down at my feet and sighed.

Neithe