"THIS is nothing, Bianca," Gideon answered. His jaw clenched while trying to look away from me.

I blinked as I continued to examine the small bruise on his face. 

"Did you get into a fight?" 

"I was drunk last night." 

My lips parted. I found him at the bar tonight. Was he drinking for the past four days? 

I looked around at the apartment he was staying in. It was only a couple of blocks away from the bar. 

It was too small compared to his own room at home. What was he doing here? 

"Have you been drinking?" 

I examined him. Aside from that bruise, he looked like he...