GABRIELLE’S POV
He walked toward me slowly.
“You really don’t know how to mind your business, do you?” he said, plucking the photo from my fingers before I could even hide it.
My breath hitched. “Why do you have that? Damon, why—”
He held up a hand, silencing me instantly. “You shouldn’t ask questions about things that don’t concern you.”
“It’s a picture of me—”
“And that,” he said, sliding the photo back into the envelope, “is why you should be more careful about the doors you open. You never know what you’ll find.”
My stomach tightened. “So you’re not going to explain?”
“I’m not obligated to,” he murmured, stepping close enough that his chest brushed mine. “And you’re not ready for the answer.”
I swallowed. “Damon—”
“You were snooping again,” he said flatly. “I warned you abou
