THE PERFECT GIFT
~MAYA'S POV~
I couldn't stop staring at the empty armchair where Gideon used to sit.
Two days. That's how long it took Silas to erase him.
One "emergency transfer" to London, and Gideon was gone—no goodbye, no explanation, just a text from across the Atlantic saying the opportunity was "too good to pass up."
Bullshit.
When I looked into Silas's cold blue eyes that morning, I didn't see a benevolent uncle helping his nephew up the ladder. I saw a wolf who had just cleared the board.
Jeffrey had left the previous evening after a friend called to say he was in town.
That left just the three of us. Again.
Me. Chloe. And the man who had spent the last forty-eight hours systematically stripping away every layer of my resistance.
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"Come on, Maya! Stop looking so g
