Gabriel’s POV:
Could I tell her this?
Should I?
I doubted it would make anyone better, but I knew that I had to find a way to dissuade her from leaving. And the only way she would understand is if she was to be told the truth.
But suddenly, it seemed almost as if my mouth was as dry as the Sahara, and I couldn’t speak for a complete ten seconds before I realized that Feyre was staring at me with curiosity in her eyes.
“Is everything okay?” She asked me softly, not knowing my mind was turning in circles.
“Yes,” I gritted out, closing my eyes briefly to take in a deep breath and refraining from the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration.
“Well? What was it that you wanted to tell me?” She inquired.
“It’s about you,” I stated, heaving a huge breath. “Or rather, about us.”
