Gabriel’s POV
The way that Angela suddenly pouted was jarring from the way she had appeared so seductive before.
Then again, I bet that she was used to putting on and discarding masks as if she was an empty shell. That was what I knew her to be after all.
“Gabe, please.” Her voice had a more-softer quality to it now, and she looked more or less than she was going to cry. “What have I ever done to you?”
I really didn’t want to answer the question at this moment. What I needed was her out of here.
“If you have nothing to say to me, then the least that you could do is to get out of my sight,” I growled at her, watching without feeling any sort of empathy for her as she sniffled all pitifully. That was what she was used to, playing her mind games.
But right now, wasn’t the time for me to
