Lucian’s words lingered in the air long after he departed, a specter whispering in the recesses of my mind.
“Gabriel is getting ready for war already.”
"Not to save you. Not to win you back."
"To destroy you."
I walked up and down the room, my heart beating hard against my ribs, my brain a war zone between denial, anger and something like fear.
Gabriel wouldn’t do that.
He wouldn’t return just to kill me.
Would he?
I wanted to think the answer was no. That even after everything—even after he cast me aside, treated me like dirt, like I had never mattered—that he wouldn’t look back and try to erase my existence.
But doubt sneaked into my brain, filling my determination with poison.
The truth was, I didn’t know Gabriel anymore.
Not this version of him.
Not the one who had picked p
