Gideon takes advantage of Harrow's prone form by darting in to lift her shirt and press a kiss to Harrow's soft belly before straightening with a laugh.

"I bet I will," she says, smug. "In the meantime, I'm taking a shower. Rattle a bone if you need me."

But when she leaves the bathroom door open, it's not to fluster Harrow with the prospect of her wet body. Harrow might think she's cracked the prophecy, but...Gideon isn't taking any chances.