Feyre’s POV
I went to bed that night feeling like I had a burden I had been carrying, or more like a lump in my throat that had no way of decreasing.
Despite a part of me not wanting to feel guilty, it was only the truth that I did. I felt so guilty for asking a question that had gotten Gabriel even angrier for some reason. Even though, at the same time, I had lingering curiosity in me about why he had reacted that way exactly.
Why had that man’s – Eric Townsend’s – arrival caused Gabriel’s mood to immediately be on a downward spiral? And on top of that, what was the true nature of his and Angela’s history?
Had they been… lovers? And if it had been that way, what could have possibly caused them to break up?
At some point, I was aware of how my mind seemed fixated on figuring the entir
