Feyre’s POV
I let out a great big sigh, staring out the window on this dark night.
The breeze cooled my face but not my temper.
Ever since I had been, for lack of a better word, confined to this house which had become my unwitting prison, I had taken to avoiding Gabriel, and in turn everyone else.
If I ever heard any sort of footsteps or swish of clothes while I was walking down a hallway, I would end up turning round and tiptoeing the other way, as fast as possible.
It was the way I had begun to live and bear this prison.
I didn’t know what to think or feel. On one hand, I didn’t wish to hate this place, especially not if it was the only way I could stay close to Gabriel. I knew very well that my attraction to him only had to do with the fact that I was having this crush. But I coul
