GABRIELLE’S POV
I faced him slowly, my face still teary.
I had put the call on speaker mid-conversation with Jared, and I knew he must have heard that last line.
He stepped closer and his cologne filled my senses. The look on his face couldn’t be described as annoyed. Angry was also an understatement.
He had warned me never to speak about Jared or say his name again, but what I did was worse. I spoke to him.
I swallowed and took some steps back nervously until my waist hit the sink.
“I didn’t… Damon…” I breathed.
He tilted his head slightly, his voice so cold it made my skin crawl. “That was your ex, right?”
I nodded. “Yes, it was Ja— I mean, yes. That was him.”
He didn’t respond.
He stood there staring at me, his jaw tight and his fist clenched like he was holding himself
