“Isabeau.” He looked truly startled. “No, I’m not ending you. You aren’t going to be ended.” He was shaking his head, a stricken look on his face. “That’s not what the meeting was about.”
I looked back down. I didn’t want him to guess at anything he might see in my eyes. What good would it do. Just because I wasn’t going to die again, by his hand, didn’t change anything else.
Here we were, sitting on his bed talking, and I wanted it all out. Everything out in the open. I was so weary from holding it in and pretending it didn’t exist. I didn’t want any more of his anger or disappointment. And seriously, how long until I did something to completely freak him out again?
“Gideon, all I’ve ever wanted, ever asked for, since I first got here were answers, full disclosure about what I am and w
