Gideon frowned. Were they swollen when he first cornered her in the powder room? No. He’d been so close to her, it would have been impossible not to notice. Worse than her lips were the bruises on her neck. They weren’t bruises from Gideon’s hands. These were from a mouth. Soren’s mouth. Gideon’s jaw clenched. He glanced from her to the prince’s balcony overhead. “Do you stay in his bedroom often?” Rune studied the same balcony. “I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.” She was right. He couldn’t care less whose bed she kept warm at night. Gideon was here to pay back a debt, nothing more.
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