Chapter 141

SIENNA

Gideon’s grip on my wrist was unrelenting. Not painful—never painful—but firm, like iron forged for the sole purpose of keeping me tethered to him. His eyes were wild, restless, like a caged animal faced with the choice of tearing down the bars or tearing himself apart.

“You want the truth?” His voice was low, rough, gravel dragged across steel. “Fine. You’ll have it. But don’t think for