Chapter 8: Knots and SistersGabriel had no real memory of the trip back to the cabin, but once he was there, he noticed how fast the daylight was disappearing. The melancholy dug itself deeper into his core. He couldn’t live like this.
The cabin still smelled of cinnamon, but the air inside was cold. Gabriel shivered as he sank down in front of the wood-burning stove. There were hardly any logs left inside. He should probably go out and fetch new ones before the dark grew too dense, but he simply didn’t have the energy.
Instead, he lit a small fire with the logs he had and grabbed his phone. He shouldn’t; Ward would kill him.
He pressed one digit after the other, glad he’d memorised the number, and then he waited for the signals to ring through.
“Emma speaking.”
Gabriel’s heart skippe
