Gabriel’s POV:
I was angry, and I hated myself even more for it.
Even as the door slammed shut behind me with more force than I had wanted to use in the first place, and I was ensconced in my bedroom, I couldn’t possibly fathom why I had lashed out at Feyre that way.
Why had I done that? To her of all people? She really didn’t deserve my ire.
But I knew deep down what had irritated me.
Just the mention of the Townsends - be it Eric or Angela - sent me into a tizzy these days.
The question that Feyre had asked me still echoed in my head, and I brushed my hand over my face and let out a huge, heaving sigh.
“f**k,” I cursed in the emptiness of my bedroom.
I would need to apologize to her. I didn’t want her to think wrongly, that it was her fault that I had been pissed off. And besides
