Chapter 65 Defense

***Gideon***

Max stares at me like he’s seeing something new. Or something he wishes he wasn’t.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

I barely register it.

All of my attention is on Hazel.

She’s standing there with her shoulders squared, chin lifted, trying to look steady while everything inside her is coming apart. Jocelyn steps closer to her, hand brushing her arm, grounding her.

“Haze, are you okay?”

Hazel does