Chapter 8
“How was your sister?”
Gideon was at Sebastian’s bedroom door before the sun was up, and he groaned. “What is wrong with you?”
“I want to know how Izzy was?”
“Same as ever.” He would be better at giving details once he was awake.
“And Lot?”
“Twelve.”
Gideon laughed. “You want coffee?”
Sebastian wanted sleep, but coffee would have to do. “Please.”
“You get ready, and I’ll make us both some. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.”
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When he finally emerged from his room, bag packed, Gideon had set the table for breakfast.
Gideon never set the table for breakfast.
“How very domestic of you.”
“I know.” Gideon grinned. “I guess I’m in a good mood.”
Sebastian wondered exactly how fragile that good mood was, debating if he should tell Gideon everything that had h
