Gideon's POV
I knocked once before entering. The scent of blood hit me first—not as fresh as it had once been, but still sharp enough to turn my instincts alert. Raven was hunched over on the small sofa, clutching the hem of her shirt, clearly caught off guard. As soon as she saw me, she screamed, trying to cover herself with her ruined shirt like I was an intruder instead of someone who just wanted to help.
“Easy,” I said, holding up the small jar in my hand. “It’s medicine.”Her eyes narrowed. “You could’ve sent someone. You said you were going to send someone.”
“And have them botch the job?” I stepped closer, slowly, making sure my presence didn’t come across as a threat. I could feel the ripple of tension in the room, hear the subtle shift in her breathing. “I figured you would
