Gideon Cod Romane & Geschichten

"I'm a healer. Not a prisoner of war." "You are a rogue caught trespassing on the King's private sanctuary with a sack of contraband silver blockers," Gideon replied, his voice a smooth, terrifyingly calm baritone. "Right now, you are whatever we say you are. Strip. Or my guards will rip the clothes from your spine."

Mia said referring to Henry," we need inside information about him, and I'm the only one who could go back, and he won't suspect a thing. So you think it's easy to get into Gideon's house? It's so much like yours, it's a fortress and Gideon would kill anyone he thinks is suspicious without thinking twice” “ And he would kill you if he starts to suspect you”. Adrian spat. His eyes glowing gold. “ He won't kill me”. Gideon has not touched her or make her do sexual thing's to him since he found out that his son had been raping her, but she knew that Gideon would never kill her. He would have done so a long time ago if he wanted to. He always came to rescue her when she gets into any kind of shi

He spins the laptop so we can see the screen. Grainy CCTV from a fuel station two blocks away. Timestamp: 01:12. A black SUV pulls in. Driver stays inside. Passenger steps out—tall, charcoal suit, hair parted in the middle. Gideon. He buys nothing. Just stands under the fluorescent lights for ninety seconds—face clearly visible—then gets back in. The SUV leaves. “He’s showing us he’s here,” Zara says. “He wants us to know.” Leo doesn’t turn from the window. “He’s baiting us.”