GIDEON
Kael had appeared in my study just before I was getting ready to attempt sleep.
Attempt being the operative word.
At this point, everyone in the Tower had quietly accepted that sleep was something that happened to other people, not to me when my mate was under the same roof.
My wolf had decided proximity meant vigilance, and no amount of rational argument had convinced it otherwise.
I poured two glasses without being asked. Handed one to Kael. He took it without comment, which meant whatever he’d come to say was something he’d been sitting with for a while.
“There’s more,” I said. It wasn’t a question.
“There’s more,” he confirmed.
“Not here to tell me I’m obsessed with my mate again.”
“No. Although you are.” He settled into the chair across from my desk with the ease of
