That man was Nicolas Creed.
He’d been the only person in that club to see Gideon as something more than a witch’s whore. He’d looked beneath the bruises, to the boy with nothing left to live for.
It was Nicolas who taught Gideon how to box, showing him he didn’t have to take punches—he could throw them, harder and more skillfully than his opponent.
It was Nicolas who’d believed in Gideon when Gideon didn’t believe in himself.
It felt like a lifetime ago.
Now, as he stood in Nicolas’s wife’s foyer nearly three years later, Gideon buried the memory before he limped up the staircase, following the contented buzz of chattering guests. People stared as he passed, surprised by the captain’s presence. He scanned their masked faces, looking for Rune, and moved on when he didn’t see her.
Gideon wore no mask. While Laila and the others had headed for the docks, he’d gone home to clean and dress the knife wound in his leg, then changed into another one of his father’s suits—Gideon didn’t own any of his own—and rode straight here.
“I hope things went smoothly for you, Gideon.” The voice belonged to Charlotte Gong, and it stopped him in his tracks. He turned to find her face half-hidden by a rabbit mask. A gold engagement ring gleamed at her neck.
Smoothly? He considered asking what she meant, except time was of the essence. He needed to find Rune and arrest her.
The moment he stepped into the ballroom, Gideon realized the magnitude of the task before him. There had to be a hundred people in here, likely more wandering the grounds, and all of their faces were hidden behind masks.
Sighing roughly, Gideon began a sweep, starting from the eastern side of the ballroom, keeping to the edges to avoid the dancing. He looked for a certain shade of strawberry blonde hair, and when he came up short, he widened his search to include her friend Verity （brown curls） and Alex （tawny hair）。 They were often at Rune’s side, and if he could spot one, the other two would likely be nearby.
At the thought of his brother, Gideon paused.
If he arrested Rune tonight, he needed to do it without his brother knowing. In private would be best. To do that, he’d have to get Rune away from this crowd.
He could break the bad news to Alex once it was over.
Gideon had started his second sweep of the room when someone called his name.
“Citizen Sharpe! You made it! I feared you wouldn’t.”
He spun to face the owner of the voice and found a girl in a glittering fox mask staring at him. Someone’s suit jacket hung from her shoulders.
Rune?
Her lips were bright red and smiling beneath the cut of the mask, and she’d braided her hair into a tight knot at the back of her head. It looked darker than its usual red-gold hue. As if she’d gotten caught in the rain, and it was still damp.
Or perhaps fell into a small body of water.
His eyes narrowed.
Remembering Laila’s words from earlier—I think my last shot hit her—Gideon’s attention moved from Rune’s face downward, checking her quickly for signs of a wound. His gaze skimmed the fitted bodice of her gray dress and the silk gloves covering her arms, but she appeared to be in fine form. Not at all like a criminal who’d raced desperately to get here tonight.
Stepping in closer, she laid her hand on his arm.
“How did the transfer go?”
He frowned. Was she going to pretend tonight hadn’t happened?
“It went exactly as planned.” Technically true. He’d transferred Seraphine Oakes earlier today, after meeting with Harrow. The witch was locked in a cell deep in the palace prison.
Gideon glanced around to see if Alex lurked about—or any of Rune’s suitors. He needed to get her alone, as soon as possible, and make the arrest.
“I was telling the girls at Charlotte’s luncheon about it,” she said, tucking her hand into his elbow and leading him deeper into the room. As if she truly didn’t realize he was about to arrest her. “Naturally, I’ll need to give them an update.”
She smiled up at him, waiting for details.
Gideon blinked. “You … did what?”
If Rune had gossiped away the information he gave her, it meant other people had the same information.
Gideon suddenly remembered Charlotte on the stairs. I hope things went smoothly for you.
Seeing his reaction, Rune’s hand fell from his elbow. “Oh. Was it supposed to be a secret?” She worried one red lip between her teeth. “I should have realized. Drat.”
His thoughts spun.
Rune had told him about the luncheon earlier, before he’d given her the false lead. Knowing how much Rune and her friends loved gossip, he was certain she had spilled the information at her little gathering.