Chapter Twenty-Eight
Quinn entered the kitchen, feeling uncomfortable with the sudden silence at her entrance. It felt like every eye in the room was on her. Leaving the dirty dishes by the sink, she hurried outside and headed to her room. She was tempted to take one of the lanterns from the stables with her so she didn’t have to waste the batteries in her torch. She’d ask about a lantern for her room later.
Gideon sat at one end of the chest, leaning against the wall. One leg was bent across the chest and the other remained on the floor. He was little more than a shadow in the nearly dark room. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Before she closed the door, she took out her torch and turned it on. “It wasn’t that. There’s been so much going on. We’ve barely had time to ta
