Chapter 63

Gabriel's chest desired to crack open at the scent of resolution and determination that rose from her, the set of her jaw. She desired to battle for them too.

Holy fuck he cherished her.

“Gabriel,” she said, her eyes flashing. “You can't do this alone. Let me help or… whatever it is I can do. Just inform me.”

A tiny whine broke in his throat, but he knew she was right. He had to let her do this, no count number how it tortured him. She was zipping up the jacket like it was armor when he took her through the shoulders and leaned down to preserve her eyes and let her see how serious he was.

“Listen,” he muttered. “You get out there and you head straight for your house. You just start strolling and let them do what they're going to do. If they quit you, you pause and take the display, however then you go on.”

“What are these displays?”

Gabriel blew out a breath. “They're going to contact you and scent you and tempt you. They'