The journey back to the Moon Rose Pack was enveloped in a silence so heavy it pressed against Gideon's ribs.
The carriage rocked gently over the road, but neither of them spoke. Henrietta sat opposite him, posture rigid. gaze fixed on the curtained window as if the passing landscape mattered more than the man across from her.
It didn't.
He felt her anyway.
Not through scent, but through something lower and deeper. A presence that tugged at the edge of his awareness with every mile they put between themselves and danger.
She was angry.
Controlled. Too controlled.
That worried him more than if she'd snapped.
Gideon rested his forearms on his knees, hands loosely clasped, resisting the instinct to reach for her. The bond throbbed faintly under his skin, responding to her proximity li
