Gabriella’s mind mingled with the numbing chill of the October night, deadening her insides as well as the outside of her body. Mental walls she had tried to build in the past few days to keep her away from the dark place, to keep Ezra proud that she wasn’t cutting herself, were caving in with suffocating pressure. When she was halfway between the chaos behind her and the looming building ahead, she felt hands grip her shoulders, spinning her back around.
Back to face Blaez.
Behind him, the clash hadn’t stopped. The background noise of their family’s argument still coursed through the air as her father battled with his, but she could no longer hear as she was caught up in the vacuum that was him.
He simply looked at her; she watched as his eyes bombarded her with quest
