Gabriel
'That’s why…' Gabriel muttered.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed Damian by the collar and slammed him into the wall. Pressing his elbow to the man’s neck, he couldn’t contain the growl escaping his lips.
‘That’s why it had to be Sarah! Because she looked like your girlfriend?’
‘My wife!’ he snarled back.
Bile rose to Gabriel’s mouth. He could be sick, but never as sick as that guy. What did Damian expect? He would protect Sarah and pretend she was somebody else. And she, in turn, would fall in love with him and forget about everything else, just like that. Was that the plan?
Come to think of it; she had forgotten everything else, if only for a few months.
‘Is that who you were picturing when you were kissing her earlier? Your long-lost wife?' he pressed his
