DAMON’S POV I knew I had drank too much, and I knew I shouldn’t be going to see her in this state but I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pushed myself forward to press the button on Rhys’s gate. “It’s Damon,” I said into the receiver. “Open the gate.” The gate clicked open after a few seconds, too slowly for my liking. I shoved it and walked up the driveway. I took another swing from the bottle in my hand for good measure, the scotch burning in my chest. I reached the front door and banged on it. “Gabrielle!” I called, my voice rougher than I intended. “Open up!” No answer. I knocked again, harder this time until my knuckles were stinging. “I know you’re in there. Open the door!” Finally, the door cracked open but it was Rhys who walked out. His eyes gleamed with mischief when he saw me. “Hello to you too, dearest brother. What brings you here?” My jaw tightened. “You know why the fuck I’m here. Where’s Gabrielle?” “She’s not home at the moment,” he said, his
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