Feyre’s POV
I spent the remainder of the time between leaving the study and dinnertime, unable to sit still. I was ensconced in the bedroom, having no zeal now to interact with anyone. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone wanted to talk to me anyway.
Talking with Gabriel had done nothing for me but only increased my fears. Now I knew for sure that there was no way for me to ever integrate myself with the pack. In fact, doing that would probably leave me defenseless. It was like I was a sitting duck.
A part of me wondered briefly if that meant I could face an ‘accident’ and no one would even care enough to know what happened.
I knew what I had to do.
I had to leave.
But not tomorrow, as Gabriel had said.
I had to leave tonight, I knew.
If I stayed, waited one more second to think it over,
