Nineteen: Don't Kill the Messenger

Gabriel's P.O.V

I could feel her. My chest felt like there was a band wrapping around it, and progressively getting tighter. The pain and anger were stronger than anything I had felt from her before… until it was gone.

My breathing came easier, and the red haze covering my vision vanished. It was as if our connection had been muted, put into a locked box, and sent to the back of my mind. I could feel her there, but I couldn't access her. Whether she had done it consciously or not, she had placed a wall between us, blocking us from being able to access each other.

My anger increased as I walked faster to get to my home, our home. It had been days since I had last seen or talked to her, but as much as I wanted to hear her voice, I couldn't rush into it. I needed to be smart about it.

I had spent hours in deliberation with the clan's representatives. They made themselves at home in our packhouse, and I made a mental note to have the building swept for any bugs or belongings left behin