Book II - 50

AUDREY

We walked past the guest, who seemed curious about me and why Gabriel was holding my wrist like a child, but he didn’t care.

“Formal party starts in an hour. We still have time,” he said while dragging me upstairs.

The Stark’s three-story mansion was probably just as extensive as my mother’s mansion in Phoenix, but this was definitely much more modern. We strolled through the French marble floors of the passage at the second level until Gabriel opened the last door on the left wing. He shoved me inside, and just right after he shut the door, he crushed his mouth with mine—relentlessly kissing like a hungry lion.

Gabriel Stark was the lion, and I was the mouse.

I slid my arms around his neck, and when I was going to respond, he stopped the kiss, and his eyes glared back at me.

“Should I congratulate you?”

I scowled. “What?”

He ran his thumb over my lips. “You’re engaged to Noah now, aren’t you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, Gabriel?” I lifted my finger with the ring Chelsea gave