I woke up from my shoulder pulsating painfully while I lay with my head on the window, back uncomfortably twisted to the side. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, glancing at the back seat, only to find Elijah still sleeping there. A sigh of relief escaped my lips and I allowed myself a look around.
I was still in Gabriel’s car, covered with his jacket. We were parked in front of his house and he was standing a few steps away from the vehicle, talking with Graham and three other men in low, hushed voices. As if sensing my eyes on him, he turned, looking at me. He said something to his men, then strode to the car while I tossed his jacket on the empty driver seat and unbuckled my seatbelt.
Opening the door for me and I shuddered at the gust of wind that rushed into the car.
“Hey,”
