Possessive Measures

Talia POV.

"Little hero."

Gideon's arms were already open. I walked straight into them.

He caught me properly. Both arms. The kind of hug that meant someone had been worried and wasn't going to admit it.

"Still have both hands?" he said into my hair.

"Count them."

He pulled back. Checked. "Two. Good." Then he looked harder. At my face. At my general. State.

"You're glowing," he said.

"I'm not—"