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At this point, she did not think he was joining them. “Just now,” Caleb replied casually. “I’m coming along for the party.” Her brow arched slightly. “You know someone there?” Caleb nodded. “Gideon. He is my friend.” Damien offered some context. “Gideon is the birthday boy. He is Ronan’s nephew and his sister Giovanni’s son. Gia recently moved to New York because Gideon’s father was relocated here for work. Since Gideon isn’t used to being away from his dad, Gia decides to stay in New York for a while. Caleb and Gideon are the same age and attend the same class. I asked Caleb to look out for him and befriend him.”

“Why didn’t you ever come to me after Jordan arrived at the packhouse? I raised him. I would have listened. We could have protected him together.” Gideon answered honestly, meeting Lorenzo’s gaze without flinching. “I wanted to many times. Every year. Every time Jordan had a nightmare or faced danger, the urge nearly broke me. But every attempt ended the same way. Someone inside the packhouse always knew I was nearby before I could make contact. It became obvious there was a spy living under your roof long before anyone imagined such a thing possible. My presence would have painted a target on Jordan’s back before I could explain anything.”

But I lied when I said it wasn’t all it's chalked up to be, I just didn’t want to feed into his lost wishes. Before long, two others joined into our conversation about snowbirds and their swarming– Mateo and Kristin were their names, a couple I imagined. And I ended up laughing through two cans of seltzer, feeling the buzz and comfortability of the fire. The thought of Jake still entered my mind here and there, still sparked within me when I’d hear his voice across the flames. Yet a smile didn’t leave my face as I cracked another can, as Theo’s knees brushed against mine and stayed there. Although we were clothed and warm, an increasing heat shot through his touch.

He closed his door and pondered, what the hell does that mean? Morning arrives, and Gideon has not slept a wink. His mind kept going over and over about what Leora told him. He had written on his notebook about the curse, eventually he started opening up books learning about the different gods they had on the island. He read about Frey and his siblings, but not a lick of sense was made when he was rereading his notes. “I have such crappy handwriting.” Sitting on the edge of his bed he grew anxious. 'What if I can’t save her from the curse, what happens to her? Why won’t her family do anything about it? Why did they give up saving her?' Questions kept piling one over the other, his thou

I called. Gideon and King Cian stepped inside. Gideon’s face was tight, shadows carved deep around his eyes, a slim folder tucked under his arm like a weight he didn’t want to carry. Cian shut the door behind them himself, the soft click of the latch sending a prickle of warning down my spine. Never a good sign. “Tell me you have something,” I said before either of them could speak. Gideon crossed the room and dropped the folder onto the desk. The thud was quiet, controlled—and final. “We finally broke open the trafficking thread,” he said. “Not the mall attacker—but I’d bet just about anything that was tied into the same network.”

Jacob asked, lifting a briefcase full of legal documents as proof that he was. Blake nodded, feeling the adrenaline start to pump through his veins. But before he could respond, a new voice interrupted. "No. Not yet," growled a man behind them. Both turned at once… and saw the grim, shadowed face of Gideon. "What the hell… what are you doing here?" Blake asked, stunned. Gideon stepped closer, hands tucked in his pockets, his face unreadable. "I've been waiting for you to show up," Gideon said, voice low and hard. "Because this is between the three of us."

"What do you mean?" "Gideon hasn't been physically kidnapped. He’s trapped in a collective dream, a dream created by the Temptress to ensnare many people at once. His body is still in the temple, hidden. But his soul is trapped in the same place as the other victims who haven't been saved yet." So, Gideon was intentionally "vanished" to trigger paranoia. "Where is his body?" "In the place everyone forgets: the old archive room beneath the library. But be careful; the Temptress will surely be guarding him."

Gideon doesn’t ask anymore questions for the rest of the ride, which I appreciate, and when we finally arrive at the place where we are going, he simply climbs out and waits for instructions. “Come on,” I huff, beginning to make my way toward the simple brick building with a flashing open sign on its glass door. “Are you sure?” Giddeon asks, taking it in. “It looks a bit.” “Come on.” Reaching out, I grab his wrist and pull him along into the dimly lit bookstore that smells strongly of moth balls and mildew. “Are you looking for a book?” Giddeon mutters, looking around. “What is it? I’ll help you find it.”

"A court of thorns and roses." Frowning, I took back the book from him. "What's the book all about?" I twitched my lips. "It's a fantasy romance." "Fantasy? Like Harry Potter?" I frowned. "Harry Potter is not a romance book—" I stopped when Gideon gripped hard on the table. "Gideon!" His other hand was clutching his head. "Damn!" He groaned hard while gritting his teeth. His entire face was obviously in pain. "Are you okay?" I knelt in front of him. This looked different from the occasional headache he used to experienced the past three weeks.