Gabriel's POV
Layla sat across from me in silence, as we shared the space on the terrace, the soft glow from the lights inside caught faintly in her hair. She hadn't spoken for a while and I was content just to watch her. After not seeing her for so long, I felt as though I wanted to memorise every detail of her and savour the images one by one as I let them play through my mind.
But I couldn't get that little arrogant, unworthy fucker out of my head. He had truly thought himself worthy to stand beside her…my Layla. My sun. My moon. My reason for breathing.
The thought enraged me beyond reason.
"You stood beside him once," I said finally, trying to keep the anger and irritation out of my voice, "Tell me something, Layla. Did you ever want that bond? Even for a second?"
Her
