Chapter 39

Gideon's POV

Thinking back, Maeve was always bundled up in thick down jackets, a far cry from her vanity of only wearing wool coats back in the day.

So she wasn't putting on an act.

She really was sick.

I wrapped her up tight, not letting a bit of wind sneak in.

Maeve's cheeks were burning up, looking all pitiful yet cute.

What had she been through exactly? How come she got so weak?

Holding her, I