Gabriel's POV
The car was too quiet. It was the kind of quiet that makes your skin crawl because you know there’s a storm coming.
I sat in the passenger seat, my body was stiff trying not to breathe too loud. I kept glancing at Derek’s hands on the wheel. His knuckles were split open, the skin raw and smeared with Jude’s blood. He hadn't even wiped it off. It was just sitting there, drying on his skin, a trophy of how he had just dismantled a guy’s jaw.
I felt sick. But it was a messy kind of sick. I hated the violence, I really did but there was this twisted, dark knot in my chest that felt… protected. And I hated myself for it. I wanted to reach out and touch those broken knuckles, to feel the heat of the damage he had done for me. It felt hot in a way though. It was giving... I don
