Feyre.
I woke up the next day feeling a little bit anxious. My belly hurt as I got up from bed and padded over on socked feet towards the large, luxurious bathroom.
I still couldn’t stop thinking about Gabriel.
His words last night had brought some measure of relief for me. He had seemed normal for the first time when he smiled at me and told me that we could be friends, that he wasn’t going to push me away again.
Then why in the seven hells did I feel so nervous?
Maybe I thought he wasn’t going to keep to his words and would be horrible again to me, I thought, stripping off my pyjamas to enter the shower. I didn’t know how long it took for me to dress up but by the time I was wearing the black shift dress and heeled boots, I had already taken way too much time worrying about what I w
