Gabriel
“You can’t keep doing this,” Valentine says in a chastising voice and crosses his arms while sitting on his Harley. He’s dressed the same as I am in all black leather, including his boots, and his blonde hair is tied up in a braid.
It’s been a week since I let Katherine out of the tomb and a week since I started her slow torture. She’s wound up so tight every time I see her that she might just snap from all the pressure.
I’ve been nothing but kind to her, even drinking my blood out of a crystal tumbler, but I know she’s waiting for the ax to drop.
My eyebrow shoots up, and I scoff. “I’m not sure I know what the f**k you’re talking about,” I say and swing my leg over my motorcycle.
Valentine growls. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Gabe; you’re playing with her and p
