Feyre’s POV:
The sound of footsteps didn't make me stop my sobbing. My tear came out unbridled and raw, like it had been ripped out from me without my consent.
The door opened, and I was only aware of it seconds later when I felt his hand on my back. His warmth seeped through my clothes.
“Oh, darling.” I heard him sigh, and it only gave me something new to cry about.
Why was Gabriel being so nice to me now? Now when I had been trying for the past day or so to get his attention? And now, he was here? To do what, exactly? To laugh at me?
The feeling of him, of his hand rubbing circles on my back somehow felt so comforting, much more than the way I remembered my late mum rubbing my back when I had a cold back then.
It irked me, ignited a fire within me that made me push Gabriel’s hand a
