Chapter Thirty-Two
The moment Gideon saw Quinn, he ran towards her, engulfing her in a hug. “I thought they’d caught you. When I heard them howling, I thought they’d caught you. I didn’t know what to do.”
She returned his hug. “Things didn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped.” She let him go.
“What happened?”
She gave him the highlights. Glancing past him to the main building, she asked, “Shouldn’t you be inside? Dancing?”
He shrugged. “It’s a slow night.”
“Maybe that’s because you’ve been out here every ten minutes. Finch told me.”
Gideon chuckled. “He was exaggerating. I’m sure it was only every twelve.” He sobered. “What happens next?”
“I don’t know.”
“How will you know if the Hunt is no longer after you? Or if you can stop them from hunting me?”
“I don’t know.” When he started to s
