Hopefully her whereabouts would be discovered and she’d become a nonissue, but Gabe wasn’t taking any chances by leaving the Rothchilds out of what was happening.
Well, yes. I actually apologized to you that morning. Profusely, if I remember correctly—Oh, I remember that. His eyes were like sheets of ice. But not sure how an apology is adequate for what happened.
It wasn’t. It really wasn’t. But I need to. She forced herself to meet his gaze. I am sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am.Nothing about him softened. Not that she expected her apology to do so. Do you even know how bad things could’ve gone?No, he said, and Nikki quieted. You didn’t give me a chance to say shit to you. Not in four years. Not when I tried to call you. Not when I tried to make sure you weren’t fucking hurt. You disappeared when you left for college. Dropped off the face of the planet and never came back.
Isn’t that what you wanted? she asked. Because I am pretty sure at one point that morning that you never wanted to see ‘my fucking face’ again. A knot expanded at the back of her throat. It still hurt to even think about how he had looked at her, how utterly disgusted he’d been. I remember you saying that.He didn’t respond to that.
I also remember you telling me I dis—
Then why are you asking me this? It’s not like you really wanted to talk to me or something, she shot back, getting angry. She knew what she’d done was wrong, beyond wrong, but the anger was still building in her. Had he really expected her to answer those calls? After what he’d said to her? After he’d seen how devastated she’d been? There’d been no way she could’ve talked to him. She’d been embarrassed. Humiliated. And most importantly, her heart shattered into a million, stupid little pieces.Gabe was silent as he finished with the cream and then picked up the gauze. Could she have been pushed and not have tripped over the vine? The mere thought of that pissed him off, but he had no idea who could’ve done it. Or why.
Taping the ends of the gauze together, he lowered her arm to her thigh. How are you feeling? Dizzy? Nauseous?I feel fine, she insisted. Thank you for cleaning up my arm.
It’s no big deal— He looked up as he heard footsteps. A second later, Dev appeared at the top of the steps. Right behind him was Sabrina.Dev stared down the steps, his expression unreadable. Do I even want to know what is going on?