GABRIELLE’S POV
No.
No.
“Heaven?” I asked, a frown tightening my entire face. “Did you kill my sister, Damon?”
He didn’t respond.
He poured maple syrup over the pancakes and acted like I hadn’t spoken. Like I hadn’t just asked him the one question that could break me in half.
The heat in my chest climbed until I felt it in my throat.
“Damon?” My voice shook harder this time.
He finally looked up with that cold and unreadable stillness that made my stomach twist.
He set the fork down.
“Why would you think I killed her?” he asked softly.
“Because you’re avoiding the question,” I said. “And you told me I wouldn’t have a sister again. And you shot her.” My hands balled so tight my nails dug in. “So tell me the truth. Where is she?”
He studied me for a moment, then breathed out.
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