![]() "I understand what needs to be done." Gideon let go of the pen before he snapped it in half. "I see." Her mouth was pinched, her eyes steady despite the tumultuous fear and anguish he sensed rolling just beneath her seemingly calm exterior. "I spoke with Jack and Ashby." Gideon froze for a moment, his hand tightened around the pen he was holding. ![]() Her hand trembled, but there was a steely resolve about her that Gideon couldn't help but admire. Her features, though pretty, were not stunning, especially not under the pallor that now marked her normally healthy hue. Her dark auburn hair was the color of blood in the candlelight that flickered over it. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lifted her head and drew back the hood. She stopped before his desk, her head bowed as she inhaled a small breath. He valued his life far too much to do such a thing. No, no matter how hungry he may be at the moment, he would not touch this one. Although he couldn't see the features, he knew that it was female, knew who it was by the sweet aroma she emitted. ![]() But this human, especially this one, was completely off limits if he was to keep his life. But it was not inhuman Gideon was reminded of that fact by the solid beat of its heart, and the alluring scent that pricked his appetite. The deep gray cloak it wore covered most of its body the hood shielded its features as it moved with inhuman silence. ![]() The figure slipped silently into the room. ![]()
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