Gideon would just have to gird his loins and continue down the path Rune had forced him onto. You’ve pretended to be in love with her before. You can do it again. But there was that voice inside him again, small and insistent, begging to differ: How much did you really pretend? If Gideon were honest, Rune had always enchanted him. He was fifteen the day he met her and his heart first jumped into his throat. Ever since, he’d spent his time insisting he wasn’t drawn to her, for his brother’s sake, and for the sake of his pride—because someone like him could never deserve someone like Rune.
