It was over a week now that Blaez and his Arkadían Knights had been gone on their mission to Bainbridge Island. True to his word, he called or texted Gabriella on his down time, but their conversations didn’t reveal anything about what he was doing. He seemed careful about what they talked about, and Gabriella understood why. He couldn’t risk any of the information leaking back to the vampires about what they were doing, and although he said he trusted her, she knew he still had reservations.
She didn’t blame him either, not with how her anxiety still scratched in the back of her mind about how she would feel when Blaez returns and tells her that he had killed Raith. Gabriella didn’t even trust herself. So, when his calls focused mainly on how much they missed each other or just
