Chapter 78

SIENNA

Gideon didn’t even blink.

When Celine cleared her throat, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse like she was about to confess to murder, I expected him to arch a brow, ask questions, demand blood.

Instead, he leaned back in his chair slow, cool like he’d been waiting for this moment all night.

“You’re fidgeting, Celine,” he said, not even looking up from his glass. “That usually means yo