EMMA
The golden glow in Gabriel’s eyes had faded, but the warmth of his body remained, a stark contrast to the icy realization beginning to settle in my gut. While Gabriel slept—a light, predatory slumber where his ears twitched at every city sound—I reached for my laptop. I had one back-up drive Damien didn’t know about, hidden in a hollowed-out book on my shelf.
I needed to know how deep the rot went.
For three hours, I sat wrapped in a blanket, the blue light of the screen making my tired eyes ache. I bypassed the frozen accounts and dug into the metadata of the emails that had "ruined" me. I expected to find forged signatures. I expected to find lies.
What I found was far more sinister.
"That f*****g snake," I breathed, my fingers trembling on the trackpad.
Damien hadn't just sab
