Chapter 348 Old Friends And New Hearts

At the end of the covered walkway sat Gideon in his wheelchair, posture straight, wrapped in a dark velvet robe and a black fox-fur cloak. The fur around his face softened his sharp features and gave him an almost boyish look.

He sat there quietly, hands folded in his lap. Not the fearsome Duke of Grimwood, but something closer to a patient child waiting for family to come home.

When he saw Oriana