Feyre’s POV
I had made a mistake, it seemed, but I didn’t know what I had actually done. I went to bed after hearing the way that he slammed his own bedroom door loudly, as if it was a way to show how angry he was.
Was it my fault?
I curled up on my bed in a foetal position, sighing heavily. I didn’t mean to make Gabriel angry. I hoped dearly that he knew that. Perhaps I shouldn’t have insisted on talking to him that night?
But after I had spoken to him that afternoon, he had told me we would talk in the evening, which I had taken at face value. I waited for him all throughout dinner and went to his study to check if he had simply gotten too busy. After all, he had some paperwork on his desk when I left. But I had seen an empty study.
I checked his bedroom too, and found it empty, so
