Gage
I was fuming—practically frothing at the mouth. My blood felt like it was boiling, every nerve under my skin vibrating with the urge to storm straight into that goddamn cabin, rip the door right off its hinges, and drag Gabriella and her little lookalike crew out into the cold. Let them sleep outside for a change. Let them lie there on a hard bench, feel the bite of the night air, hear the sounds of the forest creeping closer. Let them see how they liked staring up at the stars when the wood beneath them turned colder by the minute.
Instead, all I could do was clamp down on my temper—barely—and drag Bree with me toward our cabin. My jaw was locked so tight it ached, my mind churning hard enough to make me dizzy. I kept running through the same questions: how long had she been sleepi
