Claire's POV
While I was almost killed by the rogues, Gideon celebrated his family built on my blood.
I stared at the silver-threaded fabric Emma wrapped around the baby. My daughter.
My mind hasn't allowed me to rest. I keep seeing Leo being taken from me. The glare of the rogue's eyes in the dark. And Gideon.
The babe sleeps soundly, unaware of the storm rising in me. I touch her soft cheek with the tips of my fingers and try to imagine a world where she grows up without pain. Without betrayal. Without hiding. Without ever knowing the sound of her mother sobbing into the dirt.
I have been ground into the dust by Daphne's heel. Rage boils my blood at the thought.
I can’t just leave like that.
I have to make it clear to Gideon that I never tricked him, and he’s hated me all this tim
