Riva
“s**t,” I said while watching television in my apartment.
My legs were on top of Gideon’s lap, who was sleeping seated. He was still zonked out after all the mental and physical torture he had gone through. I had asked for a little bit of peace from Madame Lidia. She assented, knowing that we needed a little break before the next mission. Knowing what I could do and what Gideon could do, the Coven head was more accepting of my little requests. After all, I had given up all shame just to get her Gage Sloane.
“Mm. What is it?” asked the wolf, one eye still closed. He had my legs down on the floor in one swift moment as he got up. He seemed ready to shift and pounce.
“Relax. It’s my problem.”
“I can’t read you. I’m too tired. Just tell me, Riva.”
“Nothing important. Mr. Edgar’s r
