GABRIEL’S POV
The heavy mahogany doors of my father’s study usually felt like the entrance to a vault, shutting out the rest of the estate and giving me a rare moment of peace. But tonight, they did nothing to quiet the chaos raging inside my head.
I leaned back against the deep leather armchair, my eyes fixed blankly on the unlit stone fireplace across the room. My right hand was clenched into a tight, white-knuckled fist against my knee.
I couldn't stop it. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the pack’s financial reports spread across the desk, the faint, intoxicating scent of her cheap diner coffee, sharp Pacific ocean air, and that soft, maddening touch of vanilla was completely burned into my lungs. Every breath I took seemed to draw her back into the room. Every time I closed m
