Cara sat on her bed, in her apartment, staring at the open box that lay before her, waiting to be packed with clothes and other things she needed for her stay with Adrian. She didn’t need an angel, or the devil himself to tell her that she was getting herself into a mess that would be very difficult to come out of.
Why had she agreed to such a thing?
Gabriel had called nonstop that evening as if he knew that she had finally gotten her hands on Adrian. She had refused to pick the calls, and instead stared at the phon until it stopped ringing and went silent. If only he knew…
“What are you doing, Cara?” She whispered into the empty room. And there was that kiss. It had taken everything she had in her not to go back for more: his lips had been so soft…it had felt like she had died and gone
