The Price of Submission

LUNA VESPERIA’S POV

I stood at Gideon’s door longer than I should have. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My chest was tight, and even though I told myself over and over that I needed to do this, I still wanted to turn back.

But guilt was heavier than fear.

I pushed the door open.

He was awake, leaning back against the headboard, bandages strapped across his chest. His skin looked pale, his shoulder