The realization brought a strange, soft warmth to my chest—a feeling that was entirely illogical, yet remarkably difficult to dismiss.
But as I turned the corner onto my street, the cool wind sweeping off the river, the warmth in my chest shifted, turning into a sharp, dangerous heat as my thoughts inevitably landed on Gabriel.
I stopped walking, leaning my back against the cold brick wall of an old textile warehouse. I closed my eyes, taking a deep, ragged breath, but my mind immediately betrayed my logic by conjuring his image with terrifying clarity.
I could still feel the phantom sensation of his physical presence sitting right next to me in that narrow booth.
Gabriel Jakes was a massive, imposing physical variable. Standing well over six feet, with a broad, powerful chest and a do
