EMMA
Breakfast With a Stranger Wearing Gabriel’s Face
Sleep did not come easily after the forbidden-wing incident.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard that sound again—heavy, dragging, inhuman. Every time I thought of Gabriel’s face when he heard it, my stomach twisted. He hadn’t looked surprised. He’d looked… devastated.
And afraid for me.
What could shake a man like him? What could leave claw marks on walls? What could make that kind of noise?
I woke early, unrested and wired, deciding coffee was the only thing that could anchor me to sanity.
The estate’s dining hall was warm, filled with the scent of pastries and woodsmoke. A few bikers chatted softly at tables, their laughter echoing faintly. Everything felt normal, painfully normal, which almost made last night feel like a fev
