SIXTY-FIVE

KIERA’S POV

My heart rumbled in my chest as I watched Gabriel walking towards the exit. At the same time, Damien settled beside me, his arms wrapping around me. Unconsciously, my eyes darted toward the threshold and I saw Gabriel standing there, his countenance cold as ice. He could get a heart attack for all I care!

Anger and sadness tangled together in my mind, a storm brewing that I couldn’t escape, as I watched him ball his fist and walk away.

What was his beef anyway? Didn’t he make it clear once more that we were never gonna cross the contract lines? Why was he acting like he had swallowed a box of nails?

My eyes fluttered shut as I calmed myself in Damien’s embrace. The last thing I remembered before waking up in this room was the blinding glare of headlights, three sets of them rushing toward me, then a punch that knocked the world out from under me. It all felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.

“Hey,” Damien’s voice broke through my whirlwind of thoughts, his brow furrow