Gabriel’s POV:
Angry was not a term I would use. I was furious.
I longed to grab Eric Townsend’s head and smash it into the closest wall or pillar, with the way he was smiling so maliciously.
However, I held every inch of myself back, and focused on staying calm.
After all, it wouldn’t do if I ended up actually killing him without a proper reason for it.
I watched him closely, keeping my eyes trained on him even as he looked over my shoulder towards Feyre. My growls rose even more; how dare he look at her?
The only thing that passed through my mind was protecting her, my mate.
Even though every sane part within me fought against accepting her as mine.
I wouldn’t want him to notice her at all.
“I must say,” I began to speak, gaining his attention once more, “You must be proud of yo
