Chapter Eight
“Avery!” The shaking jolts me back to reality, to the dark interior of the limo, to the swerving motion of the vehicle, usually so smooth. To Gabriel’s fierce golden eyes. “Are you hurt?”
I swallow past the lump in my throat, struggling to get myself under control. “Is Candy okay?”
“She’s fine,” he mutters, but his attention is on his hands. He runs them over my arms, down my body, my legs. He’s touched me a hundred times, but never like this—impersonal, efficient. Like he’s trying to find an injury.
“I’m fine,” I tell him. “Not hurt.”
His eyes glow with a ferocity that seems otherworldly. “Where did you go?”
He doesn’t mean physically. I went somewhere in my mind, someplace dark. A memory? A dream. “I think…I don’t know. I went into shock or something.”
“I’m taking yo
