“You know exactly what I mean,” said Noah, as if sensing Gideon’s restraint and wanting to test its limits. “Rune Winters is a merciless flirt. She has a new suitor every week.”
Unable to help himself, Gideon rose to the bait. Just an inch. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you sound jealous.”
“Jealous?” Noah scoffed. “What’s there to be jealous of? If the rumors are true, she’s as loose as a whore.”
Before Gideon was halfway out of his seat, a fist slammed against the table, making them all jump.
Gideon looked up, his body buzzing with anger. Across the table, Alex stared down Noah the way a lion might stare down a hyena. “Insult her again, and I’ll show you the door.”
Noah scowled. “It was a joke, Alex.”
“Joke or not, I won’t tolerate disrespect toward Rune.”
Noah set down his cards, his knuckles bunching. The entire table went quiet as the two boys continued their glaring game.
“Well, this has been fun.” Gideon pushed his chair back from the table. He needed to get out of here before he accidentally put his fist through Noah’s face. “But I’m out of funds.”
Not wanting to spark panic among the gentlemen here, he decided to leave a message with Alex’s manservant, warning him about Cressida’s return.
“One more round,” said Alex.
Gideon tipped his money pouch upside down to show he wasn’t lying.
“Surely you have something else you can bet with.”
“I once bet my silk handkerchief,” offered Bart. Which might have been helpful, if Gideon owned a silk handkerchief.
He was about to say as much when Alex pressed him. “Empty your pockets.”
Gideon raised his eyebrows but did as his brother requested. Reaching into both trouser pockets, he pulled out their contents: a folding knife; a crumpled message from Harrow about their meeting tomorrow night; and his prison access coin for bringing witches past the seventh gate.
“That,” said Alex, pointing to the coin, “will do.”
Gideon shook his head. “It’s not currency.” Not the kind that was valuable to these gentlemen. “It’s worthless to you.”
“It’s silver, isn’t it? Silver can be melted down.”
“I need it to enter the prison,” said Gideon, already returning everything to his pockets.
“You can get a new one, can’t you? Besides, don’t the prison staff know who you are by now?”
“Sure. Except—”
“Just one more round,” said Alex. As if he truly wanted his brother to stay. “For me.”
Gideon remembered their fight in the boxing ring. He remembered daring Rune to strip down naked and swim in the sea with him, even though he knew how Alex adored her. He remembered kissing her in the garden, his mouth and hands insistent. Then kissing her again in that alley.
The shame of it scorched him.
Gideon sat.
“One more game,” he said, tossing the prison coin into the pile of money in the center of the table. “And then I’m out.”
Fifteen minutes later, he lost that round, too. And with it, his prison clearance.
“I’ll walk you out,” said Alex, tossing the coin once and depositing it into his pocket.
* * *
IT WAS RAINING LIGHTLY by the time they left the parlor. Drops speckled the windows and plinked against the roof as the brothers strode side by side toward the front hall.
“There’s something you should know,” said Gideon, trying to ignore the lingering scent of roses in this hallway. “But until I have more information, I need you to keep it between us.”
Alex shot him a look. “All right.”
“Cressida Roseblood was at the Luminaries Dinner. It was her spell that came for Rune.”
Alex’s stride halted. Slowing, Gideon turned to find the color seeping from Alex’s face, turning his skin white as parchment.
“You’re certain?”
“We found her casting signature under a table.”
“Does Rune know?”
Gideon shook his head. “I haven’t told her yet.”
“Shouldn’t you? If Cressida—”
“I believe Rune is aware of the danger she’s in, but yes: she should know. I haven’t had the chance to—”
“I’ll tell her.” Alex ran long fingers through his hair, walking on, like he was still trying to make sense of what Gideon was saying. “I’ll ride to Wintersea first thing in the morning.”