GABRIELLE’S POV
My brows drew together in confusion as I froze. “What?”
The expression on Beatrice’s face was a stark contrast to what I’d seen when Damon was with us.
The air suddenly turned hostile.
“I don’t like repeating myself, girl,” Her voice was devoid of the warmth from earlier. “I heard you were able to crawl your way inside that rock he calls a heart. Damon isn’t capable of love nor is he worthy of it and everyone, including him, knows that. You have to be getting paid to put up this silly act.”
“It’s not an act,” I started, my voice wavering. “He’s been married before I just happened to be the sixth one.”
Beatrice’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re just… the latest in a long line of girls he toys with?”
“No!” I said, heat rising in my chest. “I didn’t—It’s not like that. I—he
