“What is it? You look pale.” Gideon wrote.
I slowly shook my head, deciding to keep my thoughts to myself. What if I was wrong. But what if I wasn’t?
Gideon gave me a look that said he didn’t believe me and just as I was about to tell him what I thought about uncle Soren, Rosalie called me over.
They’d gathered drinks and raw meat and were now trying to make a fire. Blake and Kael collected wood while Rosalie sliced the meat into thin strips, threading them into skewers.
I exchanged an unintentional glance with Gideon who looked like he had something else to say to me but he tucked his notebook away and stood. Gideon joined the guys in making the fire and I moved to help Rosalie with the skewers.
She kept me giving me weird looks while smiling mischievously until I could no longer ta
