Chapter Four
It was a shite thing to say—harsh, cruel, pitiful. Gabriel knew it even before the words were out, but he’d spent the cold walk over to the apartment convincing himself he meant it, and he wasn’t about to back down now.
No matter that the sight of her squeezed his heart like a f*****g vise.
No matter that he still couldn’t bring himself to hurt her.
No matter that he still, after everything, wanted to cover her lying mouth with his hand and f**k her until they both forgot they were ever supposed to hate each other in the first place.
“So that’s what you’re leading with, then?” Jacinda asked.
Gabriel didn’t reply.
“I’m a big, bad bloodsucker and I’ve come here to end you,” she mocked. “Honestly, Prince. I expected a little originality.”
“Sarcasm? So that’s your move?” G
