Gideon's POV
The convoy returned before I did.
By the time my vehicle passed through the Blackwood gates, two of the trucks from Ravenwood were already parked outside the Pack House, and servants were carrying enough bags and boxes through the entrance to make it look as though someone had emptied half the market into my home.
I stepped out of the vehicle and stared at the pile.
Maeve stood near the doorway directing the servants. She picked up one shopping bag, looked inside, and immediately frowned.
"What?"
She glanced at me. "Nothing."
"That expression isn't nothing."
Maeve pulled out a plain T-shirt. "This is what she bought."
I looked at it.
There was nothing particularly wrong with the shirt. It was simple, cheap and practical.
Maeve clearly disagre
