GABRIELLE’S POV
Damon walked ahead of me into the plane, taking my Birkin from me after muttering under his breath about how I was slowing us down.
I wore a hoodie and sweat pants, and a big, dark sunglass covered half my face. I couldn’t let anyone see the dark circles from crying all night.
Especially Damon.
“You can rest in the room, Gabrielle. There’s a bed there so you can get some sleep before we land,” he said, opening the door to said room for me.
It was a luxurious master bedroom in the nose of the jet.
“This room wasn’t here before,” I said.
“That was a different plane,” he responded, dropping my bag on the bed. “A cheaper one. You couldn’t sleep last night?”
I lay on the bed without taking the glasses off. “I slept well,” I lied.
He didn’t respond.
I watched hi
