Chapter 49

SIENNA

When Gideon sat back beside me, presence steady as steel, I felt his gaze drift to me.

Low enough that no one else would hear, he leaned in, voice a dark murmur meant just for me.

“Good job. You handled yourself well.”

A faint smile tugged at my lips. I nodded—small, controlled—careful not to betray how fast my pulse was racing.

The lion had approved. And that meant more than I’d ever admit