In my words, a soft, warm glow seeped into Gideon's eyes. As if some memory had popped into his head, the corner of his mouth tugged upward without him even noticing.
When I saw that look on his face, the corner of my mouth tugged up too. "All these years, have you always thought the person who saved you back then was Alessia?"
Gideon snapped his gaze toward me, every line of his face oozing impatience.
I just stared right back at him, calm as still water. Right when he was seconds away from blowing up, I tugged down the fabric over my right shoulder. My pale, smooth skin was bare to the air, but a thick, twisted, hideous scar slashed across it, harsh and out of place.
Gideon's eyes practically bulged out of his head. It was like he'd been hit by a freight train; his whole body went we
