Running wasn’t doing it anymore.
Not when Gabriel was right there, golden eyes fixed on mine with that look — the one that sent my pulse spiking, the one that made my wolf skittish, the one that whispered we’d never really been over.
And I hated him for it.
Hated him for knowing me, for seeing me, for understanding the way I resisted this, even when I claimed not to care.
Because the reality was I did care.
I always had.
I tightened my jaw, willing my voice to remain steady. “You think you know me, Gabriel?
His lips barely twitched. “I do know you.”
I scoffed. “Then you must know that I never stop. I don’t break. And I damn well don’t return to those who left me in the dirt.”
A muscle in his jaw ticked. “You think I don’t know what I was doing?”
I crossed my arms. “You’re only p
