“She aimed a gun at you,” he cut in. “If I had walked in one second later you would have died on that floor.”
“I don’t believe she meant it.”
“And that,” he said quietly, “is why you can’t make decisions about her.”
My breath shook. “You think locking her up is helping her?”
“I’m keeping you alive,” he said. “That is my priority.”
I stepped back, but he followed, his presence swallowing the space between us like he refused to let me drift away even an inch.
“Look at me,” he said.
I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
My vision was already blurring and I didn’t want him to think I was weak.
He tipped my chin up gently, making me meet his eyes.
“She framed you, Gabrielle. She told the police you shot her. If I didn’t intervene you’d be in handcuffs right now wondering which prison cell you’d r
