"Did the Order even teach you that you were supposed to knock before barging in?"
That was Gideon’s cold voice the moment Henrietta pushed the door open.
She stood at the threshold of his study, chest rising slightly as if she had been running or bracing herself for this. His brows were drawn together, papers still spread across his desk, the remnants of a discussion that had clearly not ended well.
“Elis told me Elder Vaelor was here,” Henrietta said quietly. “And I met him outside your study. He didn’t exactly look pleased.”
Gideon’s expression darkened. “Then you already know you shouldn’t be in here,” he replied coolly.
Henrietta didn’t move. “You were arguing because of me, weren't you?"
Silence fell between them.
Gideon laid his eyes on the document before signing it. "You ju
