Feyre’s POV:
I didn’t realize that I was nervous until I opened the door to walk inside the study.
After all, who knew what mood Gabriel would be in this morning? Therefore, when he called for me to enter, I did so with slight trepidation.
However, I was somewhat pleasantly surprised when I saw no hints of tension in his body or a frown on his face.
“Um, hi?” I winced inwardly at the way my voice sounded so unsure. Come on, Feyre, be bold. “How are you doing?“
“As usual, I guess.” He stretched his hand over his head, and I had to just admire the way his biceps flexed. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much,” I shrugged. “It’s kind of boring really. I walked around for a bit but…”
I refrained from telling him I had begun to feel claustrophobic even in this large mansion I was in. I wanted to go
