Gideon scrambled to his feet, his clothes even more wrinkled now. “Forgive me,” he said. “I did not think.” “No,” Sophie said, furiously tucking her hair up under her cap. “You lot never do, do you?” And with that, she stalked from the room, leaving Gideon staring hopelessly after her. “Nicely done, brother,” said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him.
