GABRIELLE’S POV
“Pull your dress down,” Damon said, tucking the handkerchief in his pocket with my underwear.
I sat up, my body limp and the tension gone from my shoulders. “Is… is that all?”
“I’m very close to my limits, Gabrielle,” he said, his voice tight and edged with restraint. “Pull your dress down.”
I did as he said.
“You’ve done that before, though?” he asked, his eyes still on everywhere but me.
“No, not really,” I said. “It was always solo. Jared and I —“
“Thank you for reminding me I could still kill him for ever touching you,” Damon cut in, his tone calm but the edge in it made my stomach twist.
His jaw flexed, and he finally looked at me — that slow, dangerous lift of his eyes that made my pulse trip over itself.
“Damon…” I whispered, unsure whether to be scared o
