Elijah brought Gabriella out of the memory walk with a gentle pull. Choking out a gasp, her back arched up from the chaise, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling in the room. When she fell back down to the pillow, she continued to look up. The memories were on repeat and her head started to pound accompanied with huge tears pouring down the sides of her face as she processed it.
All those nightmares of the werewolves beating her been wrong. It was all Ambrose. How could he have done that to her? He treated her so kindly, yet he was the one who beat her into submission, drugged her. Gabriella turned on her side, continuing to cry. She needed to speak to Raith. She needed this all to come from his mouth or she wouldn’t believe any of it! She couldn’t, didn’t, want to trust what she saw.
