Gisele’s breath caught. “You can’t do that.”
“Really? I’m still a noble and I know a liar when I hear one. You’ve got five minutes to get out of my sight and never set foot in Sanctuary again.”
Logan motioned and a black limousine drove up, probably the same one that transported me to Gavin’s house. Logan said, “The driver will take you wherever you want to go.”
“But my things, my equipment.”
Gavin leaned in to her, his anger barely contained. “Be grateful that I don’t strip the clothes off your back.”
Gisele paled. I thought she was going to be sick right there, but then her mouth set. With her back stiff, her high heel boots slowly clicked all the way to the limo. Just as she was ready to get in, her head lowered and shoulders shook. There was no mistaking her quiet sobs.
“Sir Loga
