Edgar's chest was heaving as he pulled away from Gideon, taking a step back like the man had burned him. His face flushed, he raised his hand up to his mouth, covering it with the back of his hand like a damn romance novel main character.
Cass felt a shiver run down his spine as he turned his gaze towards Gideon.
Gideon, the damn man, looked good in his outfit. He was wearing his more relaxed soldier clothes. A tough shirt, clean, with a pair of loose pants that allowed for easier movement. The leather belt around his waist held his new sword, in a rather lame sheath since Gideon was more modest than others around them.
He looked good with the shocked expression on his face. Made even better with the way his hands clenched, like he was holding himself back from attacking the man who had stepped away from him. His face was flushed, his green eyes dilated as he stared at the huffing handsome man across from him.
