Shattered Claim

LUNA VESPERIA’S POV

Gideon’s laugh rolled through me, warm, careless, the kind of sound that pulled a smile from me before I realised it.

“Hold still,” he said, brushing a leaf out of my hair. His fingers lingered a moment too long, catching a braid I’d tied myself that morning.

I huffed, swatting at his arm. “My God, Gideon! You’re worse than Nia.”

His presence had a way of doing that—making the