Gideon calls me personally his angel, but he’s the miracle in my existence. My gorgeous, wounded warrior, so motivated to slay my demons while refusing to face his personal. The vows we’d exchanged should have bound us tighter than bloodstream and flesh. Rather they opened older wounds, exposed pain and insecurities, and lured bitter opponents out of the shadows. I experienced him sliding from my grasp, my greatest doubts becoming my fact, my love examined in ways I wasn’t sure I was strong more than enough to bear. On the brightest time in our lives, the darkness of his history encroached and threatened everything we’d proved helpful so hard for. We experienced a terrible choice: the familiar protection of the lives we’d acquired before each other or the combat for another that suddenly seemed an impossible and hopeless desire.…