I woke up groggily. I was in a very familiar room which made me realize we’d gone back home.
I touched the gauze wrapped over my nose, though I no longer feel any pain, the memory of it still made me flinch.
Damn it! Gideon almost took my face off.
Talk about the devil. He walked in just then with a bowl of hot soup and his eyes lightened in surprise when he saw me awake, but I didn’t share his excitement.
I huffed and turned, crossing my arms in front of me.
“Sweetheart?” He called softly, carefully. “Here, I brought you soup.”
“I don’t want it.”
“I’m sorry.” He said softly, regretfully. “I should’ve stopped when you asked me to. I saw it too late when you blocked the blow. I couldn’t stop it.”
I stared at him. He didn’t even know why I was upset. “You, almost breaking my nose i
