Chapter Nineteen
When Gideon and I got into bed, all we did was hold one another. I was far too exhausted to attempt anything else, and right then, it seemed much more important for us to take comfort this way, in arms holding the other person close and listening to the other person’s breathing until we fell asleep, both of us wanting nothing but oblivion.
I woke up too early the next morning, mouth gummy and head aching slightly. If I hadn’t known better, I would have said I was suffering from a mild hangover, although I’d never drunk enough to experience one for myself. The symptoms sounded about right, though.
But I’d only had one glass of wine in the afternoon, and it had worn off hours and hours ago. Was this the inevitable aftermath of using that strange power Gideon and I shared?
