Chapter 47

SIENNA

A few weeks after that dinner with Gideon—the weirdest of my life—we were back to work.

And no, it wasn’t like before. He’s still Gideon: sharp-edged, colder than titanium and twice as inflexible—but now, he actually listens. Respects my input. Lets me speak without interrupting, which, coming from him, might as well be a love letter.

He meant it when he said:

“You’ll be my shadow. My secon