Wanda
It was afternoon when I woke up again, I sat up in the bed. I was alone, I heard voices outside the door, one was unmistakably Gideon's deep, masculine voice.
I swung my legs off the bed and, because none of my clothes were nearby, put on one of Gideon's shirts. As he was much taller than me, it came down to my knees. To fix my tousled hair, I tied it up in a high messy bun. When I looked in the mirror, I was satisfied with my appearance.
I stepped out of Gideon's bedroom and saw him talking to a tall man.
The man was almost as tall as Gideon and looked just as dark as him. He had shoulder-length black hair, dark eyes, a very pale skin tone and not a gram of fat on his body. As far as I could tell with my eyes.
They fell silent as I stepped out of the room and looked at both of
