Feyre’s POV:
I didn’t know what was making Gabriel so silent and tensed. I entered the house after him, watching cautiously as he gestured to me to follow him. I did so, my mind whirling and running through all the possible scenarios that could happen.
He must be really angry at me, I thought, feeling so much guilt well up inside of me. I didn’t like the fact that I had been the one to make him this way.
You really f****d up, a voice in my head that suspiciously sounded like my stepmother’s berating tone said to me.
I had to agree with that voice, because I knew that Gabriel would be in bed, sleeping, if it weren’t for me.
As we entered the study, my backpack still slung over my shoulders, I heard Gabriel say, “Lock the door behind you,” as I passed through the threshold.
I swallowed
